The Enchanted Warriors (Dragon Riders AU)

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The kiss was nothing short of a battle-fierce, consuming, neither willing to surrender. Y/N was fire in his arms, her fingers tangled in Namjoon's hair, her body arching into him as if she could fuse into him completely.

He wasn't letting go. Not now. Not ever.

His hands roamed, one slipping over her stomach, pressing down, fingers splaying possessively. A desperate heat coiled inside her, her core tightening, body trembling with the sheer force of it. The bond between them was alive, electric, clawing at her, demanding she take more, claim more. She took everything as his other hand was holding her neck, grounding her, keeping her his.

But it wasn't enough.

A hunger unlike anything she'd ever felt twisted through her, tightening around her ribs, sinking its claws into her spine. Her body was no longer her own-she was driven by something deeper, primal. Her bond strained at her, whispering, screaming, pleading to let go. If she surrendered, the aching in her chest would stop.

Then-

A shift in the air.

A presence.

Her bond snarled in protest, sensing another. Sensing him.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open just as her pulse stuttered.

Hoseok.

He stood at the doorway, chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths, but his eyes-his eyes-held her captive.

Dark. Heated. Devouring.

The moment their gazes locked, something inside her snapped.

A surge of energy, of need, shot through her like wildfire, burning through her veins, twisting through the bond that tied her to him just as much as it did to Namjoon. It curled around her insides, demanding, pleading, screaming for his touch. It wanted him. It needed him.

She needed him.

Her nails dug into Namjoon's back involuntarily, her body caught between two equally irresistible forces. Her lips parted, her breath coming in uneven gasps, but her eyes never left Hoseok.

And Hoseok-he felt it.

His throat bobbed as he inhaled sharply, his pupils dilating, flickering between gold and deep brown as he fought the same war raging inside her. His hands flexed at his sides, the battle between restraint and instinct unraveling right in front of her.

Then, she whimpered.

It was barely a sound, but it was enough.

Namjoon growled at the noise-at the sheer need laced in it-and took it as a challenge. His lips crashed into hers again, rougher, deeper-possessive. His grip tightened on her waist, his free hand tilting her jaw up to claim her completely.

Hoseok exhaled through his nose, sharp and controlled, but his control was cracking. His breathing quickened, his fingers twitching, his entire body rigid with restraint. But his bond was straining at him, roaring at him to move, to take what was his.

Y/N's body stiffened beneath Namjoon's touch. The need was suffocating. It wasn't enough, not with just one. Not with just him.

Namjoon felt it. He sensed the bond pulling at her, at him.

And he refused to let go.

He kissed her harder, his tongue tangling with hers, stealing her breath, staking his claim.

Hoseok's jaw clenched. His entire frame vibrated with tension. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, but the war was already lost.

His voice, when it came, was low, lethal.