SOUL BONDS ( Under revision )

Chapter 26

The door to Yoongi's room clicked shut behind them, the lock snapping into place with a decisive thud that echoed the building tension. Nae's heart pounded as she turned, her body already humming with anticipation. Without a word, she crashed her lips against Yoongi's, the kiss rough and demanding, tongues battling for dominance in a heated frenzy. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, while a low moan escaped her throat at the first slick slide of his tongue against hers.

From behind, Namjoon pressed his massive frame against her back, his strong arms snaking around her waist like steel bands. He molded her body to his, the hard ridge of his arousal grinding insistently against her ass. "Fuck, you two look so damn good like this," he growled low into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Lowering his head, he latched onto the sensitive crook of her neck, sucking hard enough to mark her skin with a blooming bruise. Nae gasped, breaking away from Yoongi to gulp in air, her head falling back against Namjoon's shoulder.

Namjoon didn't let up. His large hand wrapped around her slender throat, applying just enough pressure to make her pulse race under his fingers. He turned her head roughly, claiming her mouth in the sloppiest, most devouring kiss she'd ever felt—tongues tangling messily, teeth nipping at her lips until she whimpered into him. He pulled back slowly, a thick string of saliva connecting their swollen mouths, snapping only when he smirked down at her. "That's my good girl. Taste how fucking desperate you make me?"

Yoongi watched, his dark eyes hooded with lust, but Namjoon's gaze shifted to him next. With a possessive glint, he reached out, grabbing Yoongi by the neck and yanking him forward. Their lips collided in a brutal kiss, Yoongi melting instantly, his fingers threading through Namjoon's silky black hair before gripping the ends and tugging hard. Namjoon groaned into the kiss, dominating it effortlessly. Nae stood there, transfixed, heat pooling between her thighs as she watched her soulmates devour each other. Her panties were drenched, her pussy throbbing with need, slickness already trickling down her inner thighs.

Namjoon finally released Yoongi, but kept his hand firm around the smaller man's throat, applying light pressure that made Yoongi's breath hitch. "Since you wanna sneak out and have us worried sick, baby boy, you better take your punishment like a champ," Namjoon rumbled, his voice dark and commanding, eyes boring into Yoongi's wide brown ones.

Yoongi swallowed hard, his usual sharp wit nowhere to be found. "Yes, sir," he whispered, voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Namjoon's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Good boy. Princess, go lay down on the bed for me. Spread those pretty legs."

Nae obeyed instantly, her body on fire as she climbed onto the soft mattress and reclined, watching hungrily as her soulmates stripped. Shirts hit the floor first, revealing toned chests glistening with a sheen of sweat. Pants followed, kicked aside roughly, until they stood gloriously naked—Namjoon's towering frame rippling with muscle, his thick cock already hard and leaking pre-cum; Yoongi's leaner build, pale skin flushed, his own erection twitching with need. They looked like gods carved from marble, every inch sculpted for sin.

"Fuck, look at you two," Nae breathed, rubbing her thighs together for friction, a whine slipping out as slick dripped onto the sheets. "I need you so bad... please."

Namjoon's head snapped toward her, jaw clenching in that signature way that made her clit pulse. "Now, I know my princess isn't rushing daddy, is she? You remember what happens when you test me."

"No, daddy! I wasn't—fuck, I'm sorry," she rushed out, breathless, her mind flashing to the times he'd left their other soulmates limping from his room. On vacation now? God, he was unleashed.