Chapter 36: A Punishment Fit for a Kidnapper

Taehyung wasted no time. As soon as he caught up to Jungkook, he grabbed his wrist, yanking him back with surprising force. Jungkook barely had time to react before he found himself being dragged through the halls of the packhouse, Taehyung's grip firm, unwavering.

"Taehyung—" Jungkook started, but the elder wasn't listening. His steps were purposeful, determined, his energy exuding dominance as he marched toward his chamber. The moment they entered, Taehyung kicked the door shut behind them and, in one swift motion, pinned Jungkook against the wall.

Jungkook let out a sharp inhale, his heart hammering as Taehyung leaned in, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck. A shiver ran down his spine, his body reacting instantly to the heat radiating from the alpha before him.

"Baby," Taehyung murmured, his voice deep and sultry, "you played dirty by kidnapping me. You should get punished for that, don't you think?"

Jungkook's breath hitched, his fingers clenching into fists against the wall. "Tae—"

Jungkook barely had a second to react before Taehyung's lips crashed onto his, rough and demanding. His back pressed against the cold wall, a sharp contrast to the fire igniting within him. Taehyung's hands roamed over his sides, gripping, feeling, owning every inch of him.

A deep growl vibrated from Taehyung's chest as he pulled back just enough to whisper against Jungkook's lips, "Still mad at me, baby?" His voice was teasing, dark, dripping with unrestrained dominance.

Jungkook glared at him, his breath coming out in short, uneven pants. "You're insufferable."

Taehyung chuckled darkly. "And you love it."

Before Jungkook could protest, Taehyung's grip tightened around his thighs, effortlessly lifting him off the ground. Instinct took over, and Jungkook's legs wrapped around Taehyung's waist, his hands clutching onto his broad shoulders. A gasp escaped his lips as Taehyung carried him with ease, walking toward the massive bed in the center of the chamber.

Taehyung dropped him onto the soft sheets, hovering over him with a wolfish grin, his golden eyes burning with heat. His hands traced down Jungkook's sides, fingers pressing into his skin possessively. "You stole me away, dragged me here, caged me in you," he murmured, his lips grazing along Jungkook's jaw before trailing lower, nipping at the sensitive skin of his throat. "Now I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."

Jungkook's breath hitched, his fingers curling into Taehyung's shirt. "You're such a—"

His words broke into a sharp gasp as Taehyung rolled his hips against him, a wicked smirk stretching across the alpha's lips. "Finish that sentence, sweetheart. I dare you."

Jungkook's lips parted, but no words came out—only a hitched breath as pleasure tangled with frustration. Taehyung was overwhelming—his presence, his touch, his scent. It wrapped around Jungkook, seeping into his very core, making him weak in ways he didn't want to admit.

Taehyung leaned down, his breath hot against Jungkook's ear. "Let go, baby. You know you want to."

With a low growl, he attacked, his lips crashing onto Jungkook's, taking him then and there, claiming what was his.

And when Taehyung's lips claimed his once more, Jungkook did just that.