Her Alpha [WINTERWIDOW]

Chapter 4

WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT HERE.

There is something about the way his metal hand smoothly roams down her hip mimicking his other flesh hand. His touch making her stomach curl with heat.

His want for her expands but he expresses no rush.

It's intimate and slow. The way her breasts are pressed up against his muscular chest, the feel of her skin against his making him tighten his hold on her hips desperately. It's like his suffocating with lust and adoration.

And yet she on the other hand, she just can't take it. She grabs a fistful of his soaked hair and kisses him eagerly as the water rains down on them. Her kisses are deep and passionate, but he groans and presses her back against the shower wall, away from the water. Forcing her to take it slow.

"Dammit." She mutters frustratingly between their slowed kisses, not having the patience to take his lead. She doesn't want it slow. But he won't let her be in control, the bastard. Does he not want her like she wants him?

He hoists her up wrapping her legs around his hips, and she gasps when his tip enters into her slowly.

She whimpers in the mixture of pain and pleasure as she sinks onto his cock. His groan rumbles against her chest and she wraps her arms around his neck before pulling him into a sloppy kiss to distract the pain when he pulls out of her again and slams into her.

He feels so good. It feels so right.

She moans and whimpers as a rhythm starts. She meets his thrusts and encourages him to go faster when she's adjusted to his size & there isn't pain anymore.

He groans and holds her weight with only one hand as his metal hand sets onto the wall she's pressed against. He doesn't look away from her and she keeps her green eyes on him too. He's never seen such a beautiful creature in this damned life before. He watches intently as her features move when their pace gets faster and faster. She is so beautiful for him. She is his.

He kisses the bullet graze he gave her on her shoulder, and she shudders when she becomes undone, crying out quietly as she squeezes herself to him.

He groans and his metal hand cracks into the tiles of the wall, breaking them, when he cums into her. Knotting inside of her.

Natalia feels exhausted now, her head filled with clouds of lust. She moans in disappointed when he disconnects himself from her, before he drops her back to her feet. Immediately pain shoots between her thighs and she hisses. He stares at her in concern but she dismisses it as she waves a causal hand at him. "I'm fine." She says, her voice raspier.

He leans his head down slowly and kisses her carefully. She lets the kiss linger for a while before she pulls her head back. She doesn't know what to do, as he keeps staring at her blankly. So she decides to give him an awkward smile before she pats his shoulder as if to say he did a great job.

She walks back under the running water to rinse herself from the smell & evidence of sex quickly before she grabs a towel when she steps out of the shower.

She looks at her clothes in the corner on the floor as she wraps the towel around herself. They must smell just as bad as she smelled before. She holds her breath when he walks passed her still naked, drying the wetness from his body. He leaves her alone in the bathroom and she breathes again.

There aren't any clean clothes right now, but she decides against wearing her clothes. She could use the water from the tub to wash them, and wait for them to dry. The Winter Soldier says that they'll be leaving by sun rise, straight in the morning tomorrow. The clothes won't be comfortably dry by the time they leave but they'll still fine to wear. So Natalia runs water on the tub and washes her clothes - and panties - with her hands using a soap bar.

When she's done and leaves the wet clothes hooked on the tub's edge, she decides that her nudity will remain under the towel for now.

She walks out of the bathroom to find him dressed in his black stealth trousers but without his usual armour. His pair of mismatched arms stick out of the white plain vest he has on, the vest he probably wears under his whole stealth suit. She can't help but lean against the doorframe and watch him sharpen one of his knives as he's sat on the bed, the muscles of his arms pulling during his little activity. His long hair falls around his face, practically hiding it from her.

He is awfully handsome and it's making it hard for her to hate him.

He raises his head up and looks at her with his sharp eyes. His face expressionless. His eyes trail down her body carefully and it makes her feel more conscious. Her heart twists and the heat under her stomach curls. Her cheeks flush.

"How's your ankle?" He asks in strange concern.

She frowns lightly. "Fine."

"I'll check it later." He says.

"Excuse me?" Her frown deepens.

He ignores her and goes back to sharpening his knives.

She huffs. "My ankle is fine. I don't need you to check it."

He raises his eyes to her again and raises an eyebrow. "Really? Because you're fully standing only on one foot."

She purses her lips together and just walks out of sight.

Why can't he just let her go? Why does he have to keep her around? It's annoying her.

She sighs in relief once she leaves the bedroom. But then she stops in her tracks when she sees a black duffel bag on the sofa in the lounge room. She walks to it & opens it, and then she's struck with a feeling of something like satisfaction when she finds what's inside.

Weapons. Guns. Big massive guns and sniper rifles.

But out of all that, she grabs out a GLOCK .45 Auto. The one most familiar to her. She handles it, feels the weight of it. She touches the trigger with her finger and pretends to aim at something.

She bites the inside of her cheek, wondering if it's loaded. Then she checks, and smirks to find out that it is indeed loaded. She puts the clip back in place and begins to thinks, what if she just killed him now & leave. She doesn't need this. She can leave all of this shit behind and never look back. It's already messed up enough having sex with the fucking Winter Soldier.

And then, she hears a small tap. She turns around and has the GLOCK aimed at his chest that instant. His face shows no trace of threat or even alarm. Natasha glares at him and turns the safety off just to challenge him. But he gives nothing away.

"I can kill you, you know."

He smirks slightly, a small glint of amusement in his steel eyes. "And I don't doubt that. What I doubt, though," he steps closer, until the barrel is now pressed against his chest, "is that you will."

Will she do it?

That's the question.

Natalia swallows thickly.

He slowly lowers the GLOCK with his metal hand while he watches her. She let's him, and once the weapon is pointed away from him, he takes it out of her hand and puts it back in the duffel bag. She stays frozen on the ground, as she asks, "Where did you get those from?"

"I stole them."

She narrows her eyes. That isn't exactly answering my question but fine.

"We'll need them." He turns to her. He's tall, so when he comes near her she has to crane her neck up as he looks down at her. "If any dangers occur, I will protect you." He says.

"Will I protect myself?" She asks instead, quirking an eyebrow. "I mean, am I allowed a gun at least?"

He smiles. But it's small and it vanishes quick. "We'll see about that." He says, before holding her chin gently to kiss her on the lips. She rises on her toes to deepen the kiss as she holds his head in her hands. When they both pull back, they stare at each other carefully before he speaks. "Are you hungry?"