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An Alpha's Favorite Pastime	By : embracer2005 Category: S through Z > Skinwalkers Views: 1111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-An Alpha's Favorite Pastime
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Author’s Note: Sable is the name some friends and I use for the Alpha female at the beginning of the movie, played by Wendy Crewson. There are some script influences in this story – mostly in regards to Varek’s attitude of not being like Humanists – but no real need to actually be familiar with the script version of the story. Also, this story kind of ignores the changing only during the full moon rule – since it was never exactly stated in the movie whether or not Varek and co. actually could change at will.

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An Alpha’s Favorite Pastime

Grenier's absence irritated the three other members of Varek's pack, each for a different reason.

Zo didn't like it when the pack wasn't whole. He'd never admit it, but the truth was he was really a family man at heart. Or, more aptly, a pack wolf. He didn't like it when Grenier had to go help her high and mighty-ness Sable who thought she was top dog over everyone. He hated it whenever the pack was split up for more than a hunt or scouting mission. Fortunately for him, Sable didn't call on the pack often.

Unfortunately, every time she did, Grenier would heed the call. None of them were quite sure why - well, Sonja possibly knew more - because Varek made it clear none of them were actually obligated to go. Loyalty to Sable and the other Naturalists wasn't required.

"We're not like them," he would say. They all knew he meant the Humanists.

Still, Grenier went.

Sonja didn't like it because Grenier was practically her brother these days. She had never really had a family growing up. Like Zo, she was a pack wolf through and through - and, like Zo, she would never admit it. She would probably gag if she knew how much they actually had in common. But while she and Zo had a...rocky relationship, Sonja and Grenier were kindred spirits. If Sonja wasn't with Varek, she was with Grenier.

The two had a strange but strong bond between them. She had been the one to convince Varek to turn and take Grenier in, sensing potential in the wounded male they'd found. Grenier knew it, too.

What had started out as a relationship born out of pity and empathy on Sonja's side and a debt of lifelong loyalty on Grenier's had swiftly turned into a close companionship. Sonja and Grenier were both on the wilder side that didn't feel the same inclination towards occasional self-control that Varek and Zo shared. Like demented twins they would play with their food and felt no guilt over tormenting Humanists.

Still, Sonja herself didn't fully understand Grenier's reasons for answering Sable's call. What she did know and understand, she never told, and fortunately for her, Varek never pressed. Because then she would tell what wasn't hers to tell.

That left the Alpha male and founder of the pack. The one who hated Sable the most out of them all. The one who was the most irritated over Grenier's occasional absences to hunt with her and others.

Varek didn't like it for several reasons. He didn't like how Sable and the Naturalists loyal to her kept up a system almost identical to the Humanists' way of life. He didn't believe in remaining one large sect, with several small packs sent out to all four corners of the world. He didn't believe in keeping communication and trading locations.

"We're not like them."

It was practically a motto. And it was something Varek firmly believed in, as did the pack - for the most part, anyway. His reasons for such a strong conviction were never fully clear, but the others didn't care - they liked having a leader with that conviction.

He also didn't like having his pack split up. While not quite as pack dependent as Sonja and Zo were, Varek was Alpha, and he did not like having his pack split up. He liked having his pack near him. Varek was vain, and oftentimes selfish, but he was also a responsible Alpha. He liked having his pack where he could look out for each of them.

There was also the matter that he sometimes felt Grenier's occasional loyalty to Sable undermined his authority and challenged his status as Alpha male. He knew that Grenier never meant it that way and if Grenier was ever forced to chose, he would never falter in his loyalty to Varek and Sonja.

Then there was the last reason. Not the most important, but not the least, either.

Varek didn't like how it affected Sonja. Varek really quite hated how his mate would grow moodier and bitchier than usual. He was never the brunt of her gloomy demeanor, but she just wasn't her usual free, wild self. Varek loved her passion, and it was almost painful to see it dim, even for just a few hours.

A whole twenty-four hours of it was enough to piss him off.

They were now at eighteen hours, and it probably would wind up being twenty-four hours by the time Grenier got back - possibly more. He'd once been gone for almost thirty hours.

At this point, Varek was getting close to pissed off. His mate was listless, and his Beta was bored to the point of taking a nap.

Almost eleven o'clock at night, and they were doing nothing but, well, moping. Or they were as close to moping as they could get. The night was alive, the woods were wide awake, but Varek's pack was doing nothing except waiting. This was when they should be heading out for the hunt or running deeper into the woods to enjoy the night.

Varek straddled his hog, staring up at the crescent moon. He could almost smell Sonja's moodiness as she leaned against his back, behind him and straddling the hog as well. He was tense at the fact that unlike when they say like this during one of Sonja's normal moods, her hands were lifelessly lying by the backs of his thighs.

Zo would have taunted that Varek was simply angry Sonja wasn't trying to make him climax through his jeans. The truth of it was that Varek hated knowing she was that sulky.

And maybe because she wasn't making him painfully hard.

“Fucking cunt probably wants to keep him longer every time.”

Varek glanced over his shoulder at the top of Sonja’s head - it was all he could see since her face was pressed to his jacket. “We could give him an ultimatum next time.”

Sonja made a soft sound that was muffled by his jacket, but Varek could tell it was an upset growl. Her body stiffened against his. “No. Not unless she tries to keep him for more than one hunt.”

“All right,” Varek agreed, though the tone of his voice made it clear that the only reason he agreed was to keep from starting a fight with Sonja.

The two Alphas rarely ever fought. Sonja was too eager to please, and Varek was usually too calm and unaffected by most things. What they were passionate about, they were passionate about together. However, when they did fight…

Though, now that Varek thought about it, after the several hours of shouting and growling and nearly getting physical, the peace-making sex had been incredible. And not very peaceful.

Varek refrained from instigating a fight though. He didn’t really want to go through all of that when there were plenty of other ways to reignite Sonja’s passion and get her deeper in the woods, alone. Besides, maybe it was time he was the one using his hands so damn much just to drive her to the breaking point before their clothes were gone.

Without so much as a sound the Alpha male swung his right leg over the front of the bike. In one fluid motion he was back on the motorcycle, only this time he was behind Sonja. He didn't fight the boyishly smug grin that formed when Sonja jerked ever so slightly in surprise. He loved being able to catch her off guard every now and then.

"Varek, what are you doing?" Sonja tried to turn her upper body around enough to face him, but the Alpha male quickly held her in place.

Not bothering to speak his answer, Varek let his hands do the talking. His hands slid around her bare waist. The fingers curled and claws began to emerge. The sharp talons grew to their full length and lightly scraped at Sonja's skin. Varek's nostrils flared; he could already pick up the scent of heat.

Sonja was stiff against him; her body was taught with surprise and the return of her passion. When she spoke, what Varek assumed was meant to be questioning sounded more like a lustful growl. "Varek?"

"Shhh. You'll spoil my fun," he murmured into her ear. He grinned; lips curving up and peeling back to reveal teeth turning to fangs. "And we both know you'd never want to do that."

"No..." Sonja's body lost all of its tension and sagged back against him. Her eyes were half closed, but amber was glowing behind her long lashes. Her mouth was parted as she panted - her fangs were fully out as well, her mouth unable to close completely now. Those hands that had been motionless and limp moments earlier were now reaching back and gripping Varek's legs through the jeans. Her body was beginning to writhe - no longer stiff, now moving more and more the longer Varek touched her. That fluid, taunting rhythm Sonja possessed had returned.

The scent was getting stronger. Varek buried his face in Sonja's hair to muffle the growl-like groan of arousal he didn't bother to contain.

The last thing either of them wanted was for Zo to wake up. There were several ways the Beta male might respond to the scenario between the Alphas, and none of them would help the mood.

In fact, Varek decided that it was time the two of them moved deeper into the woods to avoid those possible responses, because Zo was a light sleeper and never took very long naps.

The Alpha male didn’t have to speak this idea. The moment he started to slide off his hog, his Alpha female was immediately following suite. Varek nipped roughly at her earlobe in approval.

Sonja let out a full blown growl of want, and he knew her passion had returned completely. She was back to her old self, and they were both so busy passing the time that they no longer thought about Grenier’s absence and how much longer it would last.

The two skinwalkers didn’t stop moving through the forest until they couldn’t hear Zo’s breathing and his scent was faint - but the Alpha instincts within them wouldn’t let them continue until the scent was gone completely.

Neither of them stopped touching the other as they moved away from camp. It would have been impossible, seeing as Sonja had all but pounced on her mate, and Varek’s arms were as tight and secure around her midsection as her legs were around his. Whether Varek was carrying Sonja or Sonja was just clinging and ‘riding’ Varek as he led them away from camp was a matter of interpretation; not that either of them even thought about that.

Sonja was too busy weaving her fingers through Varek’s hair and sucking on his earlobe; Varek was too wrapped up keeping them steady and resisting the urge to do more with his fingers than rake his claws lightly over Sonja’s leather-clad thighs.

When they finally had moved out far enough, Varek pressed Sonja against one of the trees and started to rip at her clothes. He grinned when Sonja snapped at his jaw - threateningly, except he knew she would never do more than attempt intimidation - and let her remove her denim jacket and bikini top.

“Terribly sorry,” Varek whispered against his mate’s neck before nipping. His tone was far from apologetic.

Sonja hissed in pleasure and irritation. “Like hell,” she growled but then began nipping back. Her fangs moved to the spot just under his ear; Sonja knew every single inch of Varek’s body. The female skinwalker liked to use that to her advantage, especially if she was irked with Varek. She nipped at that area until he was groaning and shoving her legs back down so he could remove her pants.

That was one of Sonja’s greatest attributes though. She was a very quick learner. It had only taken her a couple of weeks to pinpoint all of Varek’s pleasure points and learn how to bring him to the brink as quickly as possible. Sonja had Varek’s body memorized before he had hers, in fact.

Not that he could really complain. They were even now. And that meant he could easily repay her in kind.

After removing the last article of clothing from Sonja’s body, Varek’s hands moved to her hips and started tracing circles up her sides. By the time his fingers were nearing the sides of her breasts, Sonja’s head was back against the tree. The Alpha male watched, his eyes triumphant and fascinated with how affected his mate was.

“Varek…”

“Not yet,” he growled out his response. “But here’s a little something to hold you over.” His left hand slid down her body, fingers moving between her thighs and easily finding his target. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as the scent of her heat grew even stronger.

Damn was she wet.

Varek wasn’t quite sure how long he could hold himself together. The Alpha male was determined to drag this out as long as possible though. Fortunately, his stubborn will was strong enough to keep his desire held back for at least a little bit longer.

Sonja, however, could get just as stubborn. And she had a fiercely competitive nature in her. When her passion was burning strong, she would do all she could to undermine his determination - she was loyal to the death and a good Alpha female, but in more, intimate, matters, the top dog position was fair game.

Thoroughly enjoying what Varek’s hand was doing between her thighs, Sonja moved her hands to the front of his vest. Her claws played with the buttons, undoing each one and letting the tip of her forefinger’s talon scrape ever so gently against the skin she was slowly revealing. Sonja licked her fangs; it was her turn to watch her mate with triumph in her eyes as Varek’s fingers faltered briefly.

Damn it, she was making his jeans far too uncomfortable.

Cunning, little vixen.

“Fine, no harm in indulging you a little,” Varek panted out, the sound rumbling from his chest.

Sonja’s features shifted, stretching her skin briefly. “That’s my boy,” she purred. Though she let out a whine when her mate withdrew his fingers from her sex, she was quite happy when he quickly shrugged out of his own clothing at last. The female didn’t waste any time; by the time Varek was out of his jeans, her hand was stroking him.

That was it. Varek was not going to be outdone by Sonja tonight.

The Alpha male picked Sonja up, stepping away from the tree he’d had her pressed against and dropped to his knees almost fluidly. He gripped her arms and kept his hold in her even when she started to struggle to keep him from pinning her. Another growl rumbled from his chest as he did exactly that.

Sonja snarled. “Cheater.”

Varek grinned devilishly down at his mate. “You won’t be complaining in a couple of seconds,” he promised. This time it wasn’t just a hand that moved down; Varek slid his body downwards, moving against hers and feeling her smooth skin and firm muscles as he lowered his head between her legs.

Sonja let out a whine when she realized what he was doing. At the first contact from his tongue she was up, arching towards his mouth while her claws dug into the earth, trying to grip at dirt and leaves.

The male skinwalker was careful not to inflict any damage with his fangs, but his concentration was slightly distracted by the sweet taste of his mate and the almost overwhelming scent of her now that he was right at the source of her heat. The noises he was causing her to make were also breaking through his focus.

“Varek!”

She was close. The tone of her voice made that clear enough; barely even human anymore, something between a whimper and a growl and a whisper. The way her body moved confirmed it as well. She was taught and tense and starting to shake. Her legs wrapped around him, and her fingers were still clutching at the ground.

That’s my girl.

Varek let a hand slip under Sonja, one finger trailing up almost to where his tongue was stroking her sweet spot. Retracting the claw, Varek teased Sonja’s entrance before pushing it in.

That was just the extra push she needed. Sonja let out a howl as she jerked. It was obvious that her body almost went through the change, her control over her body gone for the moment.

Varek didn’t stop until she was done. He enjoyed the taste of her and kept licking; his finger gently pumped in and out. He felt himself twitch when he thought of how good it would feel when her inner walls were contracting another part of him. He almost came from the thought of it; he remembered very well how good that felt.

Lying limp and not quite half-sated, Sonja’s legs fell from Varek’s shoulders. Her hands had finally stopping trying to grip the ground. She looked perfectly wild; her hair was splayed all over the ground, tiny pieces of leaves visibly tangled here and there. The amber and crimson seemed to swirl and shift in her eyes, pupils taking a more oval shape though dilated with heat. Her skin was ever so slightly damp with sweat, her panting wasn’t quite labored - though that would change by the time he was done with her. Her skin was flushed and feverish, and it was obvious that the change had almost come over her.

It was certainly an enticing sight for any male.

“I get the feeling you don’t want me returning the favor this time, so, Baby, please stop torturing me,” Sonja murmured. She was staring up at him with a self-satisfied look on her face. She’d noticed the way he was staring at her, studying his handiwork and enjoying the sight before him. Sonja did always take pride in how much Varek appreciated her.

“As my Alpha female commands.” Eyes fully amber, fangs and claws still at their full length, and aching to do exactly what Sonja asked of him, Varek rose up and positioned himself between her thighs. He braced his hands on the ground on either side of her head, staring down at her as she reached down to guide him inside of her.

Neither of them were able to hide how affected they were when Varek finally slid himself inside Sonja. She arched into him, head back and a low whine emerging. He pressed his face to her fully exposed neck, snarling against the skin of her throat.

Sonja purred and wrapped her legs around Varek’s hips. Her feet teased the backs of his thighs and his buttocks. Her arms cradled him to her, fingers playing with his hair. She had always liked how he would bury his face in her neck; he did it every time they mated, sometimes remaining that way the entire time.

The rhythm started after a moment of savoring the sweet, sinful feeling of each other. They didn’t speak; they never spoke human words during sex. It wasn’t necessary; the feeling of each other and the wicked pleasure building between them was too intense for them to cheapen with words.

Soon his body was lying on top of her. His hands no longer holding him up, instead they were everywhere tonight; usually she was the one exploring. The talon-like claws that tipped each finger traced patterns and scraped at her skin. They pricked at the areas he knew were the most sensitive. One hand slid between their bodies, first teasing her nipples until she was letting out soft, gasping whines. Then it was sliding down, and soon she was having a difficult time refraining from howling again already.

The rhythm was still at its slow, steady beginning though, and that wasn’t quite enough to bring her to the brink.

In response, she raked her own claws down his back. Her long, slender fingers curled at his cheeks, the claws almost digging in. Her eyes flashed when he arched his head back from her neck, staring up at the crescent moon shining down on them through the trees. She nipped and kissed over his throat and jaw.

The rhythm was speeding up, hard and steady. Her legs were gently nudging him in encouragement as her body rose to meet his thrusts. His knees dug into the ground as his movements grew faster, went deeper.

His grunts were deep and rumbling, his pants labored. In truth he wasn’t even using half his strength, he had plenty of stamina left, but intercourse with Sonja always seemed more intense on his body than it actually was.

She always left him breathless.

Her hands caressed their way up his back again. Her legs tightened, feet pushing against his thighs slightly. She was urging him on, her body begging for more.

Varek wasn’t about to refuse. He could feel the peak already building. His fingers stroked her faster as his thrusts increased speed.

Sonja was whining louder. Her face was buried in his hair; their skin was damp, and their hair stuck to their skin. Her fangs scraped at his neck. Sonja was beginning to quiver a bit more forcefully.

That was it; they were so close.

The rhythm was wild and frantic; no longer a rhythm. Just a primal, bestial beat that they couldn’t stop or slow down - not that they particularly wanted to.

Seconds later they were both howling. The two skinwalkers stared up at the moon as the climax and the change spread through them. The sweetest freedoms were exactly the same. Their mating, their changing; both were raw pleasure and utter completion.

***

Zo glanced up from where he sat next to the fire. He’d caught Grenier and his hawk’s scents a while back, heard them approaching a few moments ago, but figured they could find their way to camp.

The hawk arrived first, flying over and perching herself on one of the handlebars of Grenier’s hog. She stared over at Zo and his raccoon, eyeing the meat.

“Don’t even think about,” Zo threatened, holding his knife up towards the bird.

Grenier growled as he reached camp, snapping his jaws and letting Zo know he wasn’t pleased with the Beta for threatening his feathered companion.

Zo ignored Grenier’s grumbling and tossed a bit of meat to the Omega. He grumbled himself when Grenier handed the meat over to his little raptor.

“Waste of decent meat.”

Grenier smirked at him. Then he glanced around, looking for the Alphas.

That was when the howling started up again. Only this time, it was both of them, not just Sonja.

Grenier just nodded and grabbed a bit more of the raccoon meat. This time he ate it himself.

Zo smirked and shook his head. “Guess they decided to not bother and wait around so they could welcome you back the moment you returned,” he lightly taunted. He ducked the bowie that came flying towards his head, but growled at Grenier. He snapped at the Omega rather loudly. “Watch it - you’re the one at the bottom of the totem pole!”

From deep within the woods, they both heard a lazy, feminine growl.

Grenier smiled smugly.

Zo just ate the rest of his raccoon. He was rather - secretly, of course - happy his family was whole again.
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