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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."

For a long, silent minute, Natalia just stared at him. And very seriously considered driving his head through the floor, into the foundation cement. But that, no doubt, was exactly what the bastard was trying to provoke in her, and she was better than that. Goddamnit!

So she settled for simply narrowing her eyes, grasping his wrists in her hands, and pointedly pulling them away from her body. "Get out," she demanded, tone flat and cold. "Get. Out. Now."

To expedite that order, she abruptly got up off of him and the floor, uncaring that she gave his hip a damn good kick as she stepped over his prone frame and stalked back into her bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

The kick hurt more than he expected it to but Bucky's still pretty pleased with himself. He'd gotten laid and it didn't seem like Natalia was getting any fuzzy feelings of her own - the last thing he needed was his vampire jailor getting mushy on him. Besides, he likes it when she's at his throat. Likes it a lot.

"Should have taken the offer to suck me dry!" he shouts through the door as he gets up. The wording is terrible and just the way he'd intended it to be. "Got a snack and a good lay. Best of both worlds."

Still, he knows when he ought to concede so he decides not to bother her until the sun sets. Maybe she'll be in a better mood when she wakes up.

A few hours later, just after the noon bell, a very grumpy and frazzled vampire shambled from her daytime lair, out of sorts and out of patience with the entire fucking world. Mostly because insomnia for her kind was a fuckmothering mess, and thought she rarely suffered from it, when she did, there was absolute hell to pay.

The source of her insomnia, alas, wasn't one she could eradicate, maul, or otherwise dismember, because the organization for which she worked needed his snarky, sassy, evil, degenerate ass alive, more was the pity. So she resolved to just gnash her teeth in silence, and try once again to get the image of being on her hands and knees in her bed, with James Barnes behind her, howling like a mad dog and rutting her like the beast she absolutely knew he was.

God, but she hated that bastard sometimes!

But she needed...something, before she could try once more to go back to sleep, so Natalia shambled down the stairs and to the refrigerator, short silk robe tied haphazardly, since she hadn't given a damn about sleeping in any sort of clothing, not with her skin still being so sensitive from...earlier. But there was chocolate pudding left, thank God, so she snatched the entire bowl and a spoon, squinting in the kitchen's godawful dimness.

Ugh, sunlight should be outlawed. Right along with dark haired, blue eyed dogs.

The trouble with sharing space with vampires and werewolves is that every little sound gets picked up. It's great if there's a break-in and less great if someone just turns over in bed and moans a little. Bucky's been wired anyway, unable to sleep, and while he knows it's the wolf in him that keeps him manic and ready to go it doesn't help that he knows Natalia is up and about.

He makes his way downstairs to see her at the fridge, eating pudding like a regular degenerate, and he leans in the doorway before whistling at her. The messy bedhead look did things for him and while he was permanently messy and bedhead, she wasn't. She's in less clothes than he'd expected, figuring she'd find a Victorian nightgown after she tossed him on his ass; he doesn't wear anything anyway.

"Trouble sleeping, lisichka? Need a backrub or something? I've got two hands and plenty of time."

Exceptional hearing went both ways, unfortunately. So it was a flat scowl that met Bucky's shit-eating grin when the bastard appeared in the doorway, although a wry eyebrow went up to note the state of his undress. Again. Christ, would the dog ever learn to utilize clothing? Granted, she couldn't say much, but fuck it all, this was her house.

"No." Flat, sharp. "Thank you." Manners, remembered somewhat belatedly. "I'm. Fine." No, she wasn't, but that wasn't any of his business, now was it? Natalia mulishly dug into the bowl of pudding again, shoving a heaping spoonful into her mouth. "G'way," she muttered, mouth half full. Then swallowed, still scowling.

"Go pester someone else."

"Don't see anyone else to pester, doll," Bucky drawls, coming into the kitchen proper so he can pop up onto the counter across from her. If she's going to be awake, he is too, and he knows just the thing for bad moods. Well, at least his bad moods. Hers are something else entirely.

"Don't you want something warm to drink anyway? Vampire version of warm milk and off to bed? I'm not gonna tell if you want to take a little sip. I heal so fast, it'll be gone in an hour. I've got great veins too. There's my jugular, right there at my shoulder - better keep that one on the right though unless you want a mouth full of vibranium - but I've got two femoral veins right next to the action. I bet that's where you drink from anyway. You've got to have drunk from something living before. You can't be completely vegan."

"Will you stop that?!" Natalia slammed the spoon down on the counter, her temper dangerously close to snapping. "No, goddamnit! I have never drunk blood from a living source, so quit talking about it!" She was trembling, she was so frustrated and irritated, and storms gathered in green eyes as she glared at the wolf far too close for his own stupid good.

"Go find a fucking strig if you want to get bitten so goddamned badly!" Well, then she'd have to hunt the fucking strig down and kill it, for breaking the Laws. Wonderful.

Suddenly so goddamned furious she couldn't even see clearly - her entire vision swam in a haze of red - Natalia gave a muted scream, bared a double set of razor-sharp fangs, and snatched the werewolf with one hand, throwing him across the kitchen to slam into the far wall. But then she was on him, Bucky's head shoved aside and those gleaming teeth digging all four points into warm, living flesh, greedily gulping the rich, thick blood that welled from the wounds.

She had him pinned, immobile against her heightened strength, and she dug her teeth in harder, crueler, hissing between deep draughts. He'd provoked the devil within her, and it always had its price.

Bucky hadn't expected her to actually feed on him but when she has him pinned up against the wall, it's probably the most erotic thing he's ever felt. He knows she probably can't drain him faster than he can replenish it so he gives himself over to it for a little while.

He slides his hands around her and underneath the hem of her short robe, cupping her ass and pressing her hips close to his. The danger - or at least the illusion of it - gets him harder than anything he can remember ever having done.

"Fuck," he hisses. "Feels good, doll. Take what you want."

No wonder this was forbidden! Natalia moaned as she anchored her teeth in willing, wanton flesh, greedily sucking more and more precious red from the torn wounds. She dimly felt the wolf hard between her naked thighs, but it was his heartbeat that concerned her more; it was a steady echo she felt even in her fangs. And his blood! She nearly swooned, but kept her head just enough to keep drinking.

--only to shove away from him a moment later, flushed, wild, and feral, rivulets of his blood trickling from the corners of her mouth and staining her chin a ruddy scarlet.

Natalia stared at Bucky, eyes wide with shock and amazement. But the rational part of her mind only flashed a brief glimmer of clarity, then it was smothered again by the predator lurking under porcelain skin. When she lunged for him this time, it was to slam his head back against the wall as she attacked his mouth with hers, dragging sharp claws down his chest, gripping tight.

While he hadn't expected the lunge for his throat, he really hadn't expected Natalia to lunge after his mouth afterward. He knows that he insulted her the night before because that's just who he is but maybe she feels that what's between them is strong enough to pull for more than just one fuck.

He fists his right hand in her hair and uses the left to pull at her leg so he can get it up and over his hip. He's taller than she is by a good bit but he likes that; she can murder him cold about six ways to Sunday but he likes to pretend he can be in charge.

It's violent for a while and he isn't necessarily kind either; his teeth snag her lower lip more than once and clash with her fangs.

She'd always had trouble keeping her instincts in check. It had been one of her worst failings in her earlier youth. And as a Romanova, one of the most feared vampire clans in all of the Eastern World, she was already in the negative to start. But thankfully, she'd been pulled from that spiraling vortex of cold-blooded brutality and tyrannical empire by a very powerful vampire in his own right - Nicholas Fury had seen great potential in the youngest scion of House Romanov, and, after decades of careful, but intensive and brutal training, Natalia had been the youngest Nosferata to graduate from that deadly program.

But this dog...

Barnes had a way of slithering right beneath her skin, shredding all of her hard-won, vaunted self control to the four winds, leaving her just a raw, seething mass of sheer nerves and teeth, and while she'd never once, as she'd told him countless times - broken skin with her fangs, Natalia had no hesitation whatsoever about pulling her lips from his, both of their mouths smeared scarlet, yanking his head to the opposite side, and driving her fangs in again, drinking him down in hot, rich mouthfuls.

She let him position her how he wanted; she felt him hard between her thighs - unsurprising, given how violent the bastard was otherwise, and Natalia ground her hips into his, whining softly as she swallowed his blood. She kept him plastered against the kitchen wall, but her grip was slowly lessening; he wasn't struggling to get away, at least.

There's something erotic about sharing both his body and his blood with Natalia, especially knowing that it turns her on to drink from him. It's forbidden fruit, after all, and he's offering to let her tap the keg whenever and wherever she wants. Granted, he's no vampire thrall and can give as good as he gets, but for right now he's content.

He grasps hard at her thigh, trying to get it over his hip so he can get in her. "Wanna fuck you while you do it," he murmurs, cool fingertips at her inner thigh as he tries to hold her up. Jesus Christ this is probably the best sex he's ever had in his life.

This really was insanity. Fury would never approve, Rogers would no doubt be furious, and there was no way to know just what this wolf's blood would even do to her. But it'd felt soooo good to simply give in, to let that demon in her have just enough sway to overrule her otherwise iron-clad good judgment.

She knew it couldn't last. But she was at least determined to give as good as she got, if only to brick up this mutt's incessant mouth when it came to it, so Natalia removed her teeth, licked them and her lips clean, and shifted in Barnes's grip, just enough for him to slide inside her, hissing as he stretched her yet again.

"--then fuck me," she snapped, again closing her mouth over the wounds in the wolf's neck. She didn't tear his flesh again, but she was definitely going to keep drinking before his healing factor sealed that richness away. Both of them were streaked with blood, but that didn't stop her from riding him right against the kitchen wall, jerking sharply each time he hilted inside her.

Bucky lets her ride him for a moment or two before he flips her, pushing her over the counter so he can fuck her from behind. She can't drink from him that way, no, but he dips his left hand against the blood on his neck and slides it up to her lips while he uses his right to spread her wide enough to slide into her.

"Oughta bite you back," he murmurs hot against her ear, body slapping heavily against hers every time he moves. She's got strength, yeah, but physically she's smaller than he is and he can goddamn drape over her. If she were human, she wouldn't be able to move at all.

"Mark up your skin for a minute or two?" Instead, he licks along the column of her neck and buries his nose in her hair. Scent is probably better for him than it is for her, even.

The abrupt translocation was surprising enough to make her yelp, and Natalia caught her breath when she was suddenly shoved down atop her kitchen counter, one hand gripping the sink, the other pressed against the cupboard to keep from slamming her head into it. But Bucky was just as quick as she, and before she could snap something cold in his direction, he was shoving into her again, turning her words into hot moans and stilted little cries as he pummeled her over and over.

His blood was still thick on her tongue, and that spicy richness only served to make her keen and writhe, unconsciously begging for him to take her harder, use her even more. Although her kindred were known for their love of the erotic, and many of them used sex and lust as tools of the most salacious trade, Natalia had never participated in any of their wicked, sinful little games. She'd kept herself aloof from those base actions, and had only shared intimacies with one man, and his idea of sex had been...simple.

Thus, being bent over her kitchen counter by a half-mad werewolf whom she'd just bitten, while he impaled her over and over, and breathed filthy ideas beneath her ear in the most sinful voice she'd ever in her entire life heard, was more than enough to have her screeching, small, lithe body tightening like a noose as she bucked beneath him, completely unprepared for the climax that snuck up and crashed over her, leaving her breathless but still whining, not quite begging, for him to give her more.

Bucky had somehow known that there was something wild under the pale skin and perfect facade of Natalia Romanova and he'd been picking at it and poking at it until she'd finally cracked. Her body clamped down on his cock tighter than a noose and it was more than enough for him to finish too. Once he does, he slumps heavily over her back.

He breathes another stream of filthy words against her ear, telling her about how she smelled so wet for him, smelled like him and that he'd be carrying her back upstairs to make her come again and again. They seem to get along better this way than they ever have just talking to each other.

"Gonna make you come again, darlin, then get my face in that cunt and make you come some more."

The absolute filth that poured from his mouth was more than enough to make her grind her teeth and hiss like an irritated serpent; did the mutt even know what those more-than-vivid images did to her brain? Probably. And any other time, any other day, she'd be more than willing to throw him through her sliding glass door and out into the yard like the dog that he was, but right now, Natalia Romanova didn't think she could muster enough energy to lift even a finger.

She could feel his blood working inside her, spreading glittering gold through her veins, and it was sinfully addicting; she could definitely see how this had become taboo. To say nothing of his cock, still thick and buried so deep inside her soaked passage that even the smallest shift made her moan, wanton. She'd fallen right off of that forbidden cliff, and she knew she could care - she should be mortified - but Natalia was, right now, unable to give even the first good goddamn.

Finally, though, she did muster enough coherence to snarl back at him, though her tone lacked any real heat, saying, "--promises, promises, wolf." Green glinted over her shoulder, through tousled crimson. "If I'm still able to go to work tonight, I'll be vastly unimpressed." No doubt he'd take that as a challenge, but then, that was exactly what she wanted. "Prove just how good you are."

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