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One Helluva Ride	By : embracer2005 Category: S through Z > Skinwalkers Views: 968 -:- 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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Author’s Note: Another request one-shot. I was given a prompt - motorcycle shopping. It had to be smutty and gory. This is what came out. I may rewrite it sometime to actually add in the car chase, but at the time I wrote it I wasn’t in the right mindset to write a car chase, so I kind of skimped. Strong gore, strong sex.

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One Helluva Ride

Breathlessly she whispered, “I’ve got a Bonnie and Clyde rush.” Her lips were pressed to his ear as she spoke. Her words sent tremors running through his body; the tickle of her breath, the sweet sensation of her mouth moving against his skin, the similar rush that had his body pumped on adrenaline.

“I think I know what you mean.” He sounded out of breath; for the first time in years he almost was. His heart raced as much from exertion as excitement, and his pulse pounded as loudly as hers did, ringing in their ears.

It was the first time they’d ever been chased by cops. There was a strange buzz to the feeling of being in a high chase pursuit and knowing no matter what happened, you’d get out. It was just a matter of how many bodies you’d leave behind.

They might even make the national news. CNN would probably mention the story of the motorcycle thieves and bloodthirsty murderers who outran the cops and disappeared.

“Have you ever felt so alive at a time other than the Change?” she asked him. Her head was falling back so that her hair hung around the back wheel of the hog. She sounded close to euphoria, and he intended to get her all the way there.

“Rarely,” was his husky answer. “But it’s always with you.” He knew that would make her happier than she already was. His fingers tugged the zipper of those tight, leather pants down. The thick, damp scent he loved so much that had tainted the air now filled his nostrils completely.

They were high on their rush and adrenaline; the smells of leather and forest and hog and desire was a sensory cocktail.

“Make me feel like I’m dying,” she moaned. It was half plea and half command and exactly what he intended to do.

Still, he teased her. “Only if you intend to give me the same pleasure.”

She pulled him flush against her. Sandwiched between his worn denim covered body and the leather seat of his new hog, she looked to die for – or more appropriately, to kill for. “I always do.”

Varek grinned wolfishly – almost literally. His eyes and teeth and hair were showing signs of the Change, despite the full moon being two days away. Everything was racing, pounding, pumping and surging through his body like some new kind of drug, bringing the beast to the surface.

He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever felt like this. It was definitely going to be one of his most memorable excursions. And it’d started off so innocently.

Four hours earlier…

“I like the black one.”

“There are several black ones.”

Sonja rolled her eyes at her mate’s blank tone. “I mean the one that’s plain black. There’s room for personalization there.”

Varek cast a sideways glance in her direction; he looked slightly annoyed. “There’s room for that with any of them. Any of them could undergo paint jobs and modifications.” The Alpha male went back to studying the various motorcycles around him. He needed a new one. His current bike was dinged up pretty badly from a run-in with a drunk driver and his pickup truck in a bar parking lot.

The drunk and his truck were a blackened, burnt mess resting in the bottom of a river just across the state border.

Sonja ignored Varek’s irritation and walked over to her favorite choice. She shrugged. “I know. But I like this one.”

“And why is that?” Varek quirked an eyebrow quizzically.

“Not sure.” The female skinwalker glanced to her lover and then swung a leg over the hog to sit astride it. “Maybe because I like the way it feels between my legs.” Her fingers lazy trailed over the leather seat. “I like the way it feels in my hands. Nice texture to it.” Her eyes broke contact with his and languidly studied the bike she was straddling. “Good width, good length.” Sonja looked back up at Varek. “It’s a perfect fit.”

Ignoring the sudden discomfort between his legs due to a sudden blood rush and the tightness of his jeans, Varek strode over to the hog his mate had picked for him.

“Two things.” Varek trailed a finger over the leather of the seat from the back edge to where it met the leather covering where he wanted to be most. “You’re sitting on it backwards.” The Alpha male swung his leg over and straddled the bike as well. He faced Sonja and then pushed her until she was pressing against the handle bars. “And second – it’s supposed to fit me. Not you.”

Sonja’s full lips curved into a seductively wicked smile. “To address your second point first – it fits you perfectly. That’s why I like it.”

“And what about my first point?”

“I’m not on it backwards.” Sonja leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Varek. Her mouth was soon tasting and teasing his. Her leather pants rubbed against his denim and his discomfort which grew even more uncomfortable. She let out a light, soft laugh.

Varek growled. His fingers gripped the tops of her hips, exposed because of the leather’s low cut, and yanked her flush to him. “Didn’t I teach you not to bite off more than you can chew?”

“Oh, you did.” She rubbed against the very uncomfortable discomfort between his legs yet again. Those pink and pouty lips were so smug as she nipped at his nose. “But most of the time your bark is worse than your bite, Big Bad. And I’m no Red Riding Hood.”

“No,” Varek murmured; his voice was husky and strained. The wolf wanted out so badly. The full moon was still a ways away, and it drove the male crazy. “But I can assure you my bark has nothing on my bite.”

“Prove it.”

Varek was about to eagerly do so when an unknown and very unwelcome voice abruptly shouted in a drunken slut, “Hey! Get offa my bike!”

It was perhaps the first time that Varek was the one pissed off and Sonja was the one amused. The two Alphas glanced over at the drunken, fat biker stumbling towards them and their bike.

“Whathe fuck do ya think ya doin’ on my bike ya punks?” the biker continued. His jeans were far too tight and hi beer belly hung well over his belt buckle. The Harley Davidson t-shirt he was wearing was stretched to the limit. He was a big guy, but definitely not in the threatening sense.

Varek was almost disappointed. With a motorcycle like that, he was hoping for more of a fight. He wanted to actually earn that bike.

And all because his lover made it so damn appealing.

“I’m afraid it’s no longer your motorcycle,” Varek stated calmly. He leaned back and easily dodged a sloppy punch. He sidestepped to avoid being trampled by the drunk when the man stumbled and fell over. “Looks like it gained new ownership just in time, too,” he commented before using his foot to roughly roll the drunk over onto his back.

“Moon knows he’d wreck it before he was even out of the parking lot,” Sonja added. She slid off the bike with almost feline grace. “It’s a crime to even think about driving this baby while intoxicated.” She stroked the leather seat lovingly – as if it were an abused child or a mistreated pet that somehow had earned her pity and protection.

Varek searched the biker’s pockets while Sonja crouched down near the biker’s face. He found what he was looking for quickly. “Well now he can’t ruin that beauty ever again,” he stated and dangled the keys he’d pulled from the biker’s Harley jacket.

Sonja smirked. “Good.” She glanced at the drunken biker who was trying to get back up. She smacked his chest hard. The impact was noisy and sounded painful. Sonja grinned and the biker groaned. “But not good enough.”

“Have your fun with him,” Varek commented. His attention was already switching from the biker to the bike. He took a nice, long look at his prize. He got back on it, testing how it felt when it was just him straddling the motorcycle. He had to admit that it was a good size. He liked it.

Sonja always did have a good eye for motorcycles though.

And a love of torturing those who failed to take proper care of them.

Varek glanced over when he heard the bike’s previous owner let out a scream that was rather shrill for someone like him. The corner of his mouth curved into a half smirk at the sight before him.

Sonja had ripped the biker’s shirt open – probably an easy task considering how worn and stretched it had appeared to be – and was now carefully slicing her knife through the man’s skin in a vertical line. Her blade moved from his navel to his collar bone. She was very careful not to slice too deep though.

Varek knew exactly what she planned to do.

“You know what they say these days.” Sonja lifted her eyes to his and smiled her wicked, enticing smile. “It’s healthier for you without the skin.” Her fingertips hooked themselves under the skin where she’d sliced it apart.

The Alpha male had to give her credit. He was amazed she skinned the drunken biker’s torso without getting any blood on her besides her fingertips.

As his skin was ripped off his flesh, the biker screamed. It was short lived though – Sonja’s heel smashed into his throat seconds after he started his final cry. The scream became a muffled gurgle. Then nothing. He went limp and blood trickled from his mouth. Soon it oozed to the parking lot and pooled around him.

Varek’s mouth watered.

Sonja tossed the skin aside. “Want some?” she asked as she took her knife and began to cut chunks of flesh off the corpse.

“You know I’m a firm believer in never wasting meat.”

“I know.” Sonja smiled up at him and licked some of the blood from her blade.

Varek growled. He was uncomfortable all over again instantly.

Naturally they were interrupted again. And it all went downhill from there.

First it was the bar patrons, who they could deal with easily enough. Zo and Grenier were already getting everything ready to light the place up. They’d had orders to do so if anything happened to cause problems while Varek was ‘shopping’ for a new bike.

Then the police ended up getting called out there, forcing Varek and Sonja to get on his new bike and go in a separate direction from Zo and Grenier. What resulted was a three hours long chase with Sonja straddling the bike backwards, behind Varek, and taking out several patrol cars with her Mac-11.

Now they were safe; they’d evaded the police and finally lost them. The cover of the woods and the dark, cloudy night had given the Alphas all the protection they needed. They were quite skilled at avoiding humanity’s laws and law enforcement.

But it’d been one helluva a ride. It was nothing compared to the one Varek was about to give Sonja now.

They’d somehow moved to the ground at some point. Sonja was straddling him like she’d straddled the bike, and again she rubbed herself against his discomfort. Her Alpha didn’t stand for that very long; soon he was the one on top and doing the teasing. Sonja whined as he slid his hand under the leather of her now unzipped pants and stroked her wet center.

Varek should have known that she’d get him back for that. It was only seconds before he groaned as he felt her fingers unzip the fly of his jeans and find the source of his discomfort. He buried his face in her hair as she wrapped her fingers around his girth. He was on top and without control as she pumped her hand up and down him, pumping up his rush at the same time.

“Fuck!” he hissed. He rarely cursed; he knew she’d be gloating about that later.

“I know stick shift as well as I know motorcycles,” Sonja lightly teased in a playful murmur that caused her lips to brush against his neck.

Varek grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. “Enough teasing; foreplay’s over.” He kept Sonja’s wrists pinned together with one hand; the other shoved her leather pants down. He didn’t bother with his own clothes. He didn’t even bother with all of hers. He had her boots and her pants off and that was all he needed to bother with. His jeans weren’t a problem – she’d seen to that.

Beneath him Sonja was gasping for breath. Her heart pounding and pulse racing and body sweating and lungs aching from the chase and the rush and the lust and the effect it all had on them both, the longing to let the beast out. Her legs spread for him as soon as they were bare.

Her lover wasted no time. Varek buried himself deep within her and let out a long, relieved groan. He swore she’d never felt so good during a non-full moon night. Again he let a curse slip but didn’t pay any mind to it. He just laid his head in the crook of her neck, his favorite place to lay his head to rest, and thrust.

Their movements weren’t pretty or romantic. He was rougher than usual; there was more force behind his thrusts than necessary. Underneath him her body writhed against his without rhyme or reason; just primal rhythm that only base instinct could understand. She even fought against him, desperate to cling and claw; he didn’t relent. His grip tightened around her wrists until she yelped.

Harder he thrust into her body; deeper until he could no longer tell where he ended and she began. His mind was far gone; he was perhaps more bestial now than any full moon since the night he’d fed. He could feel himself closing in on his climax. He stopped.

Sonja almost screamed in protest.

“Hold on,” he growled into her ear before nipping at it. He finally let go of her wrists, and she did just that. Varek then moved to his knees; then he stood up. The male skinwalker carried his lover to his new bike and sat astride it.

Sonja arched against him and eagerly moved with him as his hands gripped her hips and pumped her body up and down the length of him. Her head was thrown back but that didn’t stop her from unbuttoning his shirt.

“Fuck,” she hissed. Now they were even – she rarely ever spoke during sex. She’d given him as much to gloat about as he’d given her.

Varek thrust his hips up and pulled her body tight against him. He yanked her head close and hungrily kissed her. The leather of her bra rubbed against his now exposed chest. He leaned back and the leather of the seat rubbed against the top of his ass. He would have to tell her later that it was a nice texture. If he even remembered later.

Sonja was whimpering and riding him wildly. Her hair went everywhere, and she looked like the embodiment of untamable. She was a glorious sight to see, and Varek couldn’t think of a better turn on. Impatiently one of her hands moved to find one of his and push it towards the apex of her thighs where he was burying himself over and over.

He obeyed and stroked her. He watched her as her eyes flew open and then clenched shut again, a loud, breathless yelp escaping her. He stroked and stroked, thrust and thrust. His own eyes finally clenched shut; he could feel her beginning to tighten, her tremors starting. He buried himself deep and stayed there. Wordlessly he yelled out his satisfaction.

Astride him Sonja was gasping out her own rapture. Her body jerked and shuddered and collapsed against his. Tremors shook her for several more minutes, and his own body was shivering and limp as he wrapped his arms and held her to him possessively.

That was how the other two members of the pack found their Alphas; sated and straddling the new bike as the afterglow died down. Wisely they didn’t look at Sonja’s exposed ass.
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