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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."

"I'll fuck you so hard that it's all you want," Bucky says, trying to ramp her up even more. He has a whole list of things he wants to do to Natalia and if she's going to challenge him, he's going to rise up to the challenge. Maybe she has qualms about biting him but he has none about biting her and he sinks his teeth in her right at the back of her neck; that's how werewolves do it, after all, and he's more wolf than man half the time.

It normally makes a woman go limp but for a split second, Bucky's not sure what the fuck it's going to do to a vampire. Probably nothing but fun, he thinks and he keeps fucking her hard. Hard and fast and without a lot of emotions: that's what's safe. If he does it this way, there's no feelings and no relationship to worry about. Just an itch to be scratched.

The bastard suddenly bit her, making her stiffen, gasp, and whine a muted scream as the pain from those teeth sent another orgasm hammering through her, speeding her heart and whiting out her vision. The vampire did indeed fall limp for a few breathless moments, but regained a bit of her senses to the wolf fucking her yet again, another merciless pounding that she, deliriously, discovered she craved.

Her fingernails scraped across the counter; her head fell back and she moaned, desperate and wanton, all but begging for more in sheer animal lust. Never in her life had she felt this way; she hadn't even imagined such a base, primal place even existed. It had her rearing up off of the counter, a hand flying back to snatch a handful of the wolf's shaggy dark hair and pull tight, turning her head enough to lick and lap at his mouth as he pummeled her body, her loins afire with the overstimulation of such wicked, wicked desire.

Being manhandled only stokes him higher and when he comes, he pants heavily against her neck. Biting her had gotten her blood in his mouth and it was more of a turn on than he's willing to admit. He's still half-hard in her in spite of coming and he wonders if he can coax another one out before he's completely spent. He whispers against her ear.

"You wanna try to drain me dry? Still got some in me, doll," he says, teeth nipping against her teeth as he does. This is a hard fuck, nothing soft about it, but he'd fucking needed it. Based on how Natalia feels under him, she must have too.

"It's for you, after all."

"What did I just say?" she snarled right back at him, digging her nails into his side a little cruelly. "If it's mine, dog, then give it to me." Natalia hissed the latter, then the next thing she realized, she was flat of her back in her own bed, her bedroom door hanging somewhat haphazardly on its hinges, and the wild-eyed, crazed werewolf was pinning her down again, shoving her legs apart, and ramming back into her with a guttural snarl.

Now that she was able, the vampire gave a rough cry of barely-there defiance and sank her talons into muscled flesh, dragging at him even as he fucked her hard yet again. She dimly felt Bucky's teeth scraping against her throat, his harsh breathing beneath her ear, but he was drilling into her like a piston, and she had to fist a hand in his hair and pull even as she locked her ankles behind his back to urge him on for even more.

It's hard and while it isn't without complete care - he's not gonna give her something she doesn't want - it's probably the roughest sex he's ever had in his goddamn life. He keeps his teeth at her throat and scrapes hard enough to draw blood so he can suck at it. He's obsessed with the spicy taste of her blood and he wonders if he's half goddamn vampire himself.

The blood makes him hotter and higher than he's ever been and it feels like even though he's coming, he's still hot and hard for her and can go again.

She didn't remember losing consciousness. But she apparently had, at some point, because Natalia woke with a swiftly taken breath, feeling her entire body suddenly throb, as if she'd been run over by a cement mixer. Her bedroom, normally calm, dark, and cool, looked suspiciously like a warzone; the blankets and sheets were nowhere to be found, the door was hanging rather pathetically on one hinge, and the entire room smelled slightly rank, as if a wild orgy had taken place just moments ago.

All of these observations rolled over like an unmerciful wave; she closed her eyes again and groaned, willing her head to cease its aching and her muscles to stop their infernal whining. But further inspection revealed that she wasn't alone in her rather disheveled boudoir; a heavy metal arm was slung across her middle, an equally heavy leg was tangled with hers, and a damp warmth was exhaled somewhere beneath her chin, just above her shoulder.

Natalia huffed an exasperated, pained snort, and gave up on crawling out of bed. Because somehow, she was trapped by a snoring werewolf, the fucker looking as if he were dead to the rest of the bloody world. And, truth be told, she was just too damned sore, still, to throw him off and out. Thus she settled for wiggling away as much as she could, if only to escape the octopus-like clutches of her bedmate, still rumbling his slumber against her tender skin.

Bucky's still asleep but he can tell that his soft pillow is slipping away from him so he clutches tighter, pulling his body closer and curling around her. He has always loved sleeping in bed with another person and even if that person is Natalia Romanova right now.

"Dun move," he murmurs, rumbling against her soft skin. "Stay with me, Talia."

Oh, for God's sake. Natalia tried to shove off the encompassing arm and leg, but to little avail, as Bucky only followed her across the bed, and cuddled even closer, apparently determined to smother her under his weight.

She finally huffed an exasperated snort, reminded her body just who was in charge, and shoved him off entirely, flopping back against the pillows to take a deep breath.

"I need a shower," she informed him tartly. "I smell like wet dog."

"Not my fault you rode me hard and put me away wet," Bucky says, flashing her a brilliant grin. He has no shame about being naked, either, and he lets the sheet slide all the way down his body when he sits up. She might want to be embarrassed about earlier but he sure as fuck isn't.

"If I come in with you, you'll smell even more like me. You know wolves like to mark territory, right? Let me mark you up a little so everyone knows to be hands off, huh? It'd make me happy and keep me off you so you can do your job."

"That's why you're not," she told him sharply, not even bothering to look over at him. This little escapade had been one of the stupidest things she'd ever done in all of her years. Because even now, she could see him in her mind's eye - powerful, virile, gorgeous. Ugh.

Her hair was tangled, there was dried blood on her skin - and worse, she had no doubt - and her entire bedroom reeked of sex. God, it was galling. Natalia sat up gingerly, feeling her body twinge deliciously, but stubbornly ignored that tantalizing throb.

"I'm not your goddamn territory," she reminded him with a dark glower. "And this does not happen again, understand?"

"Sounded like you liked it, Doll. Had you screaming for me a while ago and you didn't seem to be too upset about my cock marking territory. Don't want to admit it now that I'm not in you? That's all right. You'll come back."

More than once, if he had his way.

"Want me to do anything while you're gone?"

Naturally he was going to remind her of her damning weakness every single chance he got. Fucking mutt. Natalia ground her teeth - again - and forced her way up and out of her bed, hating that she had to grasp the front bed rail to support her still-weak knees. Goddamnit.

"I want you out of my bed," she snarled over her shoulder. And out of my fucking life, too, let's not forget that.. Not for the first time did she damn herself for taking that job for Captain-Please-Help-My-Bestie Rogers.

Thankfully her constitution was tougher than even she realized, and the vampire managed to make her way into the bathroom suite without stumbling. But God how she ached, and a brief inspection revealed her own sets of teethmarks, bruises, and scrapes; she looked as if she'd been in a fight with a dragon.

"No, just a fuckmothering werewolf," she snarled at herself under her breath. But she needed to clean up, get some synthesized plasma into her system, and forget that all of this had ever happened. ...somehow.

"You need something to drink," Bucky asks, sliding out of her bed to follow her to the bathroom. He's not nearly as much a mess as she is because his wounds heal up almost instantly and while he'll have the pink of healing flesh for a day or so, he's not going to be bleeding everywhere.

"Pretty sure my blood's regenerated if you want a drink before you shower and everything. We shower, however you wanna do it, sweetheart."

Bucky knows that Natalia can barely stand him and that's made this even better than it could be. It'd be boring if it were sweet. He'd rather it be tense like this and hot like drawn wire.

"I need you away from me," she corrected him frostily. There was little point in shoving him out of the bathroom, she knew; the bastard would only take that as a blatant invitation for another brawl, so Natalia resolutely turned her back on him, reaching over to start the shower and fetch a couple of towels.

"You have your own damned shower across the hall," she pointed out. "I would suggest you make use of it."

Fighting the urge to snort, Natalia yanked open the shower's glass door and stepped in, closing it sharply behind her. The hot water felt delicious on her aching body, even though she felt her own blood working to repair things both inside and out. And God only knew what this wolf's blood would do to her; she'd have to analyze a sample later.

After she dealt with his snarky ass. Again.

Bucky leans in the doorway and watches for a little while. It's an asshole move, probably, but he wants to get in that shower and he thinks he's going to have to sweet talk his way in if he's going to manage it. Of course, his version of sweet talking doesn't really get anything done.

"You could invite me in, you know. Make sure you got all that nasty wolf smell off me."

He smirks while he says it and his laugh is low enough to almost sound like a bark over the rush of the water.

She knew he wouldn't just leave. The very idea was preposterous. And although giving the damned dog a dose of his own medicine sounded wonderful, Natalia knew it would probably backfire, given her current track record with the smarmy bastard. But still, knowing he was standing just outside of her shower door, leering, no doubt, was definitely irksome.

"And why would I do that?" she snapped over a bare shoulder, scrubbing a lather-soaked loofah over her skin. "I draw the line at bathing you. You're a grown man, you should know how to do that yourself, at the least." She resolutely ignored the shiver of pure want that slid up her spine at the sound of that low, guttural laugh.

"Who said anything about washing me? I was going to wash you. Can still get my rocks off getting these hands all over that beautiful skin of yours. I'm not exactly into indentured servitude when it comes to my women."

And she is definitely his woman. He's determined now.

"Let me i-in," he sing-songs. "You won't regret it."

She glared at the shower tiles, wishing she had a really big gun nearby. Not that it would kill him, but at least it would hurt like a bitch. But Natalia subconsciously knew that this was a losing battle, and again, she was fighting a rear guard position here.

"If I let you in," and she didn't bother even turning around as she spoke, "will you go away afterwards and leave me alone for an hour?" Although that "my women" comment definitely pricked her ire more than a little. This dog had such a rude awakening looming on the horizon.

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