#chasing kink

"Who is he?" He was everywhere. His gruff voice echoing through the trees, surrounding you as you frantically looked around. Trying to find a way out of this situation. "I don't share, dove."

He was right behind you, your legs working before your mind to carry you in the opposite direction. Lungs burning from the cold night air as his dark chuckle faded in the distance.

But, he was quick and quiet. Moving just as fast as you could look over your shoulder before slamming into what could only be described as a wall of pure muscle, sending you falling back onto the leaf covered ground.

"Please- James, please. I'm sorry." You pleaded, tears stinging your eyes as he stood over you. The same mask Hydra forced him to wear covering the lower portion of his face.

He kneeled down, denim blues dark with something you couldn't place. "I won't ask again. Who. Is. He."

"Your way out! Please, just let me go. I still have a week!" The metal of his left hand gleamed in the moonlight as he reached his hand out to grasp your chin. Pupils blown and touch gentle.

"I'll give you a headstart. You have three minutes, dovey." You just stared at him wide eyed, chest heaving and heart hammering against your ribcage. "Run."

As if on instinct, you scrambled to your feet, trying to find your footing to dart back into the darkness the trees provided.

You knew you couldn't go much longer, your aching muscles sending pains through your legs each time your feet would hit the ground. There was no use in running anyways, he'd always win.

"We had a deal, my dove. You promised." You swore you could hear the grit of his teeth when you'd stopped, so close to giving in as you leaned your forehead against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Fingers curving against the wood. "You're just like them."

"No, I'm not." You heaved, trying to take a moment to catch your breath.

"I saw you with him at that diner. You're suppose to be mine."

His voice was getting closer, making you bite down on the inside of your cheeks to take some of the attention away from the burning in your legs before taking off again.

Though, you didn't make it far before fingers curled in the back of your hair. Crying out when he barely yanked to make you stop.

"I was doing what I was told. You want out, I have to find someone who can do that." You tried to reason, words not coming easy from the way he had your head craned back. His warm right arm snaking around your waist to pull you against him.

"Lies." He seethed, calloused fingers slipping under your shirt. "I've dreamt of you. Craved you. Now I finally have you again. I've been so cold without you my sweet dove."

Your body gave in the moment nimble fingers flicked the button of your pants open.

There was something twisted inside of you that liked the chase, the constant looming feeling you'd had over the weeks since you'd last seen him- like he was just lying in wait for the right moment.

It was hard to think of much else than the last time you'd saw him. The drag of his fingers against your skin, the way his lips seared kisses to your throat- much like now, cold and warm hands dragging against your sides as your fingers worked at the tactical belt that kept you from what you were truly after.

The ground freezing against your bare back not slowing you from getting what you craved.

It seemed to take ages for James to notice your struggle, his hands replacing your own to easily pull open the buckle as yours went to unclip the mask. Carelessly tossing it into the leaves to pull his lips to yours.

The hunger behind his kiss fueled you, your fingers weaving through his long locks and legs going around his waist to pull him closer. Swallowing breaths and quiet grunts as his hand fumbled to grasp his shaft.

The shudder that rolled through your body as he pressed into you was enough to send your mind reeling, everything else around you fading away and your senses overwhelmed by only him as he found his pace. Short, hard thrusts rocking your body- sending shocks of pure pleasure shooting down your legs.

You'd missed how full he made you feel. An emptiness left behind in his absence, his touch electric as he groped at your chest and left sloppy kisses along your throat. Deep moans vibrating against the skin, mixing with your whines in the cold night air.

"Can feel you milking me, dovey. Make a mess, show me who I belong to." James panted, drinking in the pleasure drunk scrunch of your face as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Wedging his arm under you for a better angle, he didn't change his pace. Taking the opportunity to slot his lips over yours when you cried out in bliss, swallowing the sultry sound as your cunt clamped around him. His hips jerked forward at the feeling, the swirling sensation at his base building until he couldn't take it anymore- spilling into you with a huffed grunt.

The warmth of his body was quickly replaced with the night air, goosebumps prickling your skin as you whined in response. The dull ring in your ears making it hard to focus as you found your jeans to redress.

Selina slams down the accelerator, the getaway car veering away from the curb, and shoots you an assessing glance. “You okay?”

A hiss of pain is your only response. You flip the sun visor down and turn your face to the side, looking at your chin. “Fuck.” One of the security guards got in a lucky shot - there’s a long line of red along your jaw, and its beginning to throb.

Selina glances at you again, and you see her grip tighten on the steering wheel. “Is that - ”

“Blood,” you confirm, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice. “It’s nothing, I just need something to stop the bleeding.” All you have right now is the sleeve of your shirt, but it’ll have to do. You try to ignore the little voice in your mind reminding you that Selina is a vampire, that she probably caught the scent of your blood the moment you got in the car, that you might be in danger.

Not that you’ve ever seen her lose control before. Your partner-in-crime has been careful to keep her vampiric nature from you as much as possible. It’s a tense partnership, but you work well together.

“No tail,” she murmurs, glancing in the rear view mirror, her alto voice laced with a darkness you’re not used to hearing.

You lean back in your seat, keeping the sleeve of your shirt pressed against your wound. It’s almost soaked through. Fuck it, you’re both thinking about it, you’re just going to say it. “You gonna be okay?” you ask, gesturing to your cut with your free hand.

Her eyes flash in your direction, so fast you barely catch it. “Just keep it covered.”

You eye her. “I will.”

Selina has spent way too much time thinking about what you taste like.

It’s the sweetest kind of torture spending so much time with someone whose scent is so alluring, wafting in her direction every time you’re near, tantalising her acute predatory senses.

Why she keeps you around, she can’t explain. It’s a constant exercise in control, only she doesn’t seem to be getting any better. If anything, it's only gotten harder the longer she holds out.

She dreams of you, waking up with her fangs out, biting down into her pillow on the edge of orgasm.

And now you’re together, in a small car, and you’re bleeding.

Selina doesn’t care where she’s driving to now, whatever street she’s on, it doesn’t matter.

Her fangs are out, and she’s lost the ability to think clearly, her instincts all focused entirely on you. On the softness of your breath, the shifting of your legs, the beating of your heart. It’s an effort to keep her eyes forward on the road.

Then you let out a curse under your breath, and lift your sleeve off the wound to replace it with your other hand.

The moment the blood uncovered, a scent so tempting it makes her body clench with thirst reaches Selina’s senses. She almost lets out a growl, barely managing to slam on the brakes and pull to the side of the deserted road.

“What are you doing?” you cry out.

She finally allows herself to look at you, sizing you up in the way she does her prey. Unable to stop herself. And with the final remnants of her control, she forces herself to speak.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll run. Now.”

Your eyes widen, and your pulse begins to race, as you reach back for the door.

Selina closes her eyes, gripping the steering wheel even tighter, doing her best to fight off her instincts. But it’s so incredibly difficult to think over the thoughts racing through her mind.

The door opens, the car shifts as you get out, and all she can hear is the sound of your footsteps, fading fast.

Chase. Her. Down.

“Fuck!” she yells, slamming her hands on the steering wheel. You’re getting away.

It’s too much. She groans, her head falling back against the headrest, as she hears you turn a corner.

Then, her heightened sense locked in on you, she hears a sound - the tiniest whimper escaping your throat.

Control vanishes. Thirst takes over.

She lunges out of the car, racing after you.

The street blurs around her, and she vaguely recognises that she’s pulled over in a shifty area, downtown. Amidst the various scents, yours stands out, practically inviting her to give chase.

She follows it around a corner and finally sets her sights on you. The streetlights here are sparse and dim. Perfect for someone like her, who sees better in the dark.

She eats up the distance between you. You’re fast, but she’s a vampire; built to hunt down prey like you. Her footsteps barely touch the ground, gaze locked on your enticing form, and then she’s on you.

She snakes an arm around your neck and pulls you back into an alley, quickly dashing any hope you had of escaping. In the same movement she presses her mouth against your jaw and licks a stripe of your skin ravenously.

Her eyes roll back and she lets out an obscene groan, a wave of bliss washing over her as she finally tastes you for the first time.

“S-Selina - ” you pant.

“Shut up.”

The need for more of you is drowning out everything else. She twists you around in her arms so you’re facing her, her gaze locked on to your blood-stained neck. Her fangs ache with need.

Holding you in place with her grip on your chin, she lunges forward and buries her face in your neck, licking and sucking a path along your pulse. Your taste is divine, sending fire through her veins, calling to her very soul.