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"Waiting for you to come and do depraved things with me at my request. Could have tied me up and everything. I would have been the best little wolf you've ever seen," Bucky says, his eyes meeting hers. She's furious but damn he can tell he's gotten under her skin.

"I was a little lamb waiting to get gobbled up. You just didn't show up when I thought you were gonna so I decided it'd be better to just sit downstairs and wait for you. The licking went well so I thought you'd want the whole thing. Lots of places to bite me, after all."

He leers at her. "Why are you so against it?"

"Why are you not?" she snapped right back. "That sort of thing just...complicates everything else. I don't have time for it." But part of her was insisting she needed to make time, particularly given the specimen in front of her. What would it hurt, after all? Other than her pride.

By now more than frustrated, especially since she'd have to strip her sheets and remake the bed before she could sleep in it, Natalia just gnashed her teeth in stony silence, slamming the door before returning to her bedroom and slamming that door, too. She did strip the sheets and put on fresh linens, then slung off the rest of her clothes and retreated to her bathroom for a steaming shower, letting the hot water work to soothe her ire.

Which...didn't, not really, because even though it felt good against her skin, the spray didn't do much to alleviate the heat that still roiled beneath the flesh, wanting. Yearning. Not since Alexi had she felt such stirrings, and she damned sure didn't need to be suffering them now.

Not with that creature just a hallway over, and more than willing, God.

Bucky isn't stupid enough to corner his prey in an open bedroom where she can out-maneuver him easily. No, he's smarter than that so when he hears the shower start to run, he knows this is his chance.

It takes no time to undress and he doesn't waste time getting into the bathroom because that's time he could use to get the jump on her. He pulls the door and hooks his arm around her waist.

"You're going to enjoy yourself for once, Little Red, and I'm going to give it to you."

Natalia was so lost in her own aggravations that she didn't even hear him when he entered her bedroom, and she only had a split second to react when her shower door suddenly opened and the damned wolf yanked her right out of it, although she did manage to land a pretty good fist to the side of Bucky's head. Which, naturally, only succeeded in knocking the both of them right to the floor, thrashing around in a tangle of wet arms and naked legs.

She cursed, clawed, kicked, and screeched, but there wasn't much heat behind her struggles because one, she didn't want her residence destroyed, and two, she'd finally realized that she was fighting a rear-guard position on this one, anyway. But she wasn't giving in, so to speak, without a fight, no matter how good the bastard smelled!

Bucky catches her chin with his left hand and forces her to look at him. "Look, you've been sniffing after me all night and you won't let yourself have it. It's not breaking rules if I'm not human, which I'm not, and it's not breaking rules to fuck someone."

He presses his knees between hers, trying to insinuate himself between her thighs. Maybe if she felt how much he wanted it too, she'd stop fighting herself.

"You wanna fight me some more? I've got some more but it'll be better like this."

"Sniffing after you, are you serious?!" Natalia tried to jerk her head away, but that prosthetic limb held her still. She was too busy trying to clobber him with her free hand that she failed to realize Bucky was wiggling his way between her legs, and then he was there, and the thick heat she felt prodding at her abruptly brought her up short.

Green eyes narrowed up at him. "This is not a good idea," she flatly stated, but she didn't throw him off. "Have you ever stopped to wonder why I live alone and work all the fucking time? I don't have it because I don't want it, and if I did, I'd find someone far nicer than a smelly dog like you!"

"Is that a flat no or a 'Bucky, let me play a little harder to get'," he asks, tipping his head not unlike the wolf he'd spent about fifty years running around as. Flat no means he's up and out but anything else and he's all right with trying to convince her a little more.

"You haven't ever just fucked someone to relieve the stress?" he asks, leaning in to whisper the words against her ear. "I'm not nice but neither are you, Red. We're not the ones you take home to your parents. I can make you forget your own name, if you want. It's up to you."

"You don't want me," she snapped back, but there was a little bit of an inward-turned edge in her voice. "No one does." Natalia turned her head away when Bucky leaned down to whisper in her ear, but she couldn't help the shiver that coursed down her spine, nor the flush that stained pure skin a gentle scarlet. "I'm not human enough," she heard herself mutter, and silently cursed her careless tongue.

God, whatever. "No," she huffed, exasperated. "I haven't. Is that so hard to believe? And my parents hate me, so I'd never bring anyone home for them in the first place." Working down from 'angry' to 'miffed' was exhausting, but then again, she hadn't thrown him off, to her own surprise, no less.

"--and stop calling me Red. I have a name, damnit. Use it."

"Talia, I'd have to be six feet in the ground not to want you. You've seen you, right? And, for all you can be a controlling bitch, I kinda like it. You've got your shit together and you can take care of yourself. That's better than some girl waiting around to get rescued."

Bucky shifts his body some so he isn't pinning her quite so tightly. "I think it might do us good to get the energy out in bed. We might not snap at each other so goddamn much and we were a good team tonight. Besides - I wanna get my mouth all over this body of yours."

All she could do was just...stare up at him. Any other woman would have already jumped his bones, or run away screaming, at such a man speaking these exact same words. And who knew, perhaps he would exhaust her enough so that she'd sleep away the rest of the day without dreaming. Or waking. God, why not? It'd been over three years since she and Alexi had parted ways - hardly noticeable to a vampire, but she still felt his loss most keenly.

"...try not to remember that I'm not your chew toy," she had to snark at him, which was her own skewed mutter of acceptance before she fisted one hand in his thick hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. It was insane, yes, but in its own way it made sense; they were two monsters, no matter how hard she tried to pretend she wasn't, and the moment their mouths met, Natalie felt her blood begin to sing in her veins.

Yes.

She'd hate herself later.

The kiss is just this edge of rough and it only stokes the fire higher for him. Bucky loosens his hands on her so he can slide them down her arms where he'd had them pinned. Pinned no longer, though, because he needs her legs wrapped around his hips.

"Maybe you're not my chew toy," he says lowly, "But I'm yours. I trust you to hold back enough. Been wanting you to sink those fangs into my femoral since the alley earlier. Won't rest until I get it."

Natalia was panting softly when they finally broke apart, staring at the wolf atop her with mildly dazed eyes. She followed the direction of his hands, instinctively parting her thighs and winding lean strong legs around his hips, automatically molding her naked body against his.

"--I can't," she managed to rasp, squirming beneath him. "It's forbidden. Vampires aren't allowed--to pierce flesh with fangs." Biting off a soft moan, Natalia amended, "--or any other sharp object in order to drink blood." But God, wasn't it tempting?

"It doesn't matter if you're human...or not."

"Baby, do I look like I'm going to tell? I heal too fast for it to be noticeable. Unless you've got some kind of ankle monitor on, nobody is going to know and I'm asking you. You're not coercing me. I've just never seen anything as hot as you licking that blood off my neck earlier," Bucky says.

He doesn't get up while he speaks and he bites his lip, hard, so he can taste blood.

"Kiss me now."

This time, she growled at him. Partly for his mouth, partly for his damnable teasing. But the predator in her simply couldn't resist the beckoning scent of his blood, and Natalia surged up from the carpeted floor, devouring his mouth with hers and toppling them over again. She pinned him this time, sharp claws digging into Bucky's shoulders, the nails scraping across metal with a hellish screech.

But there was blood between them now, and the vampire moaned at the fresh, exquisite taste as it hit her tongue. Sharp, sharp fangs sliced into her own lower lip, and her blood mixed with his, driving her even higher. She was dangerously close to becoming a wild thing, hungry and wanton, an edge she'd never before skirted.

It's feral, is what it is, and Bucky isn't sure he can behave any more than he has. She's fucking hot right now, a predator instead of controlled, and he slides his hands down to her ass and press her tight against his hips so she can feel just how fucking hard he is for her. He'd flip her over right now if he thought he could win the fight.

As it is, he tips his neck so she can get a long, good look at it. "Drink. It'll heal overnight and I'm not telling. Need this almost as much as I wanna bury my cock in you. You gonna keep denying yourself, darlin', or are you gonna take what you want?"

She pulled away just enough to lick her lips, and his, clean of their blood. The sight of his neck, pulse throbbing almost eagerly, nearly had her mewling, but the heavy thickness pressing between her naked thighs made her moan.

"--if I bite you, and drink you," she rasped, drawing sharp fingernails down his bare chest, "then you won't be able to fuck me." Damp scarlet tumbled over her shoulders as Natalia tossed her head, green eyes alight with a wicked, wicked gleam.

She rocked her hips in his hands, hissing feral delight to rub his cock between slick, hot folds. "...so you should fuck me first, da?" The challenge in her words wasn't entirely sarcasm, for once.

"Fuck first," Bucky agrees. If she's gonna be down and out after she feeds, he definitely needs to fuck her first. They've been at each other's throats since they met and he feels like it's been building up to something like this the whole time. He feels like there's just too much to go on without some kind of relief so he snaps his hips up hard and curls his fingers on her hips to guide her down onto his cock.

"Goddamn, you're tight. Let me just..." Bucky manages to keep hold of her with his left hand before moving his right so he can work her clit with his thumb. She's hot and wet and he doesn't remember the last time or the last person he was with and all he can think about is her. Just her.

Nothing but her.

It wasn't that she was going to be indisposed after a feeding, but rather than he would be. Losing so much blood in such a short amount of time did a number on the constitution, even one as staunch as a lycanthrope's. But he would learn, she thought fleetingly, then considered knocking him along side the head for his decided lack of finesse, and hissed a sharp breath as the damned mongrel simply impaled her on his cock abruptly.

"Such a gentleman, Barnes," Natalia snarled down at him, but her claws dug into his chest and her hips began to move of their own volition, almost eager for the stroke of his hands. He was thick, hard, and hot; filling her completely and then some, and she had to toss her head and take him, right there on her bedroom floor. Heat flushed her cool skin, and she rode him seamlessly, ruthlessly chasing her own pleasure with every buck of their hips.

"You don't seem to mind," he huffs back, fingers still working her even as he twists and rocks his hips upward. He suspects she needs this fuck as much as he does. How does she do without it, living a half life? She doesn't feed on people the way she wants and she doesn't sleep with men in her bed. It's just work, day in and out, and it seems like Natalia never gives over to just pleasure and fun.

Being a wolf makes him live in the present. Everything is about the now and about what he can get when he gets it. He's not one to plan, only react, and the sex is as thrilling as a fight right now. God, but she's gorgeous and he pushes her down a little so he can get his mouth on one of her breasts to suck a mark.

A new snarl rippled her lips, but they fell apart with a wordless cry when his fingers assaulted her, making her hips buck over his that much rougher. Natalia's head fell back, long red curls bouncing down her bare back, and she willingly capitulated when Bucky tugged her down, hissing in too-long-denied pleasure at the sharp tug of his lips against her breast.

Her own sharp claws dug into thick skin, not to pierce or to hurt, but to keep her from flying entirely right apart. She was already wound so tight, so close to shattering, and they'd only just crashed together. But it was inevitable; all of her life she'd been forced to keep her own instincts under tight rein, lest she become the monster others feared.

But not with this wolf.

She rode him like a wild thing, bucking and straining, her powerful body tightening inexorably around his thick cock buried so deep inside, and it wasn't ten heartbeats later before she fell apart above him, shuddering and crying out in an inhuman language as she writhed.

Bout damn time, Bucky thinks, holding her down to him as she squeezes around his cock. Christ, she feels good, and he wonders how he'd managed to go all those years without fucking anyone or even being human. He tips his head back to show his throat and growls as he comes, snapping up into her one last time.

It feels so good to finally ease the tension between them and he wonders if it's been building to this all along. Was this the reason they'd damn near killed one another? Was this what they needed?

"Fuck, you feel good. Best fuck I've ever had," he says, mindless.

So overloaded were her senses that she scarcely felt the rush of warmth down in her loins as the wolf followed her with his own orgasm, but she didn't miss the throb of those arteries in that thick neck, and had to physically bite the inside of her own cheek to keep from sinking fangs into his warm, flushed skin. Rather than give in to her base desires, the vampire simply collapsed on the wolf's chest, still shivering and damn near unable to hold herself upright.

She dimly heard his muttered, filthy praise, and her lip curled in consternation. "High praise," she managed to snipe right back, and endeavored to rise, but her trembling arms refused to cooperate yet. So she gave up, dropping her head back to Bucky's very nice chest, right over his galloping heartbeat.

Natalia idly wondered if this would change anything between them, but somehow, she doubted it. Barnes wasn't going to turn over a new leaf and be civilized just because of a quick fuck, and she wasn't going to just roll over and be his whiny little bitch just because she had an orgasm. No, more than likely, this was just going to complicate the absolute hell out of everything.

"Well," she heard herself say, somewhat tiredly, "...now what?"

Bucky exhales sharply and laughs. "Usually you take a breather until round two," he says dryly. "That's what I do, anyway. Pretty sure you're addictive anyway so I'll be on you again as soon as you'll let me."

Bucky isn't fibbing about that. It'd been the best sex he's ever had and in spite of spending so many years as a wolf, he does remember sex. He doesn't remember names, exactly, but he does remember faces and feelings.

"I've got a question, though."

Natalia rolled her eyes; what a typical mongrel answer. But she supposed for someone who'd been celibate as long as he had - if he had been, or had there been Siberian farmgirls he'd rutted with out in those rickety barns? - any sex was better than none at all. Although "round two" was more than a little optimistic, wasn't it? He was taking a helluva lot for granted, this mutt.

She sat up slowly, perched lithely on his powerful torso, and shook back her damp curls, running fingers through the long red tresses. She really needed to get in bed and sleep, unless she wanted to be absolutely useless for work tonight.

So there was a modicum of weariness in her voice when she said, "...and what is that, dare I ask?"

Bucky reaches around to grab her ass since he's sure he's about to be tossed back to the garden to howl like the animal he is - might as well go for broke while he's here.

"You gotta like it from the back, right? I'm a werewolf, it's practically required." He grins at her broadly and the Brooklyn is thick in his voice. He'd never been this crass with a woman before now but this isn't exactly a normal situation.

"Definitely could try and sell you on it tomorrow if you wanna give it a shot."

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