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The New Forbidden Fruit	By : embracer2005 Category: S through Z > Skinwalkers Views: 1237 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Skinwalkers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The New Forbidden Fruit
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Author’s Note: Another request written for a friend who wanted something with Varek//Sonja and naughty dialogue as well as smut. The other members of the pack pop up for a little bit as well.

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The New Forbidden Fruit

Sonja was getting a little sick of all the denim. She didn’t mind it on Varek – denim was his thing and it suited him. Oh, did it suit him. But for herself? No, not so much her thing. She was just a little tired of the faded blue, tight jeans hugging her legs.

It didn’t feel right, and she didn’t think it looked quite right on her. To be quite frank, she wanted something a bit darker, a bit smoother, and that would tease Varek like his jeans taunted her.

The boys were a little annoyed at having to wait around while Sonja went ‘shopping’ for new clothes. Zo and Grenier especially. Zo especially. Varek was slightly perturbed, but he figured it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Sonja was a female after all. She’d once been human even. So a change in style was inevitable for her.

The three males were passing the time by playing poker at the nearest bar to the mall Sonja had found a store to her liking in. Zo was winning at the moment, but Varek had no intentions of letting the Beta come out on top this round.

Grenier just grinned no matter what his hand was like. He had the perfect poker face.

Zo was staring at his cards and the others with a calm, almost contemplative expression. Every so often he’d flash a wide, wild grin. That was whenever the waitress came by to see if they needed anything.

Varek looked as indifferent as he always did whenever he was bored. It wasn’t that he didn’t like poker; it was simply that he wanted to know what Sonja’s hold up was. He didn’t like being separated for this long. It just went against his natural instincts. And Varek was one to never go against his instincts.

That was how Sonja found her boys. Her pack mate Grenier in his normal state of mind, the Beta Zo focused on his game and the waitress’ ass, and her mate, her Alpha male with the slightest hint of annoyance and impatience in his eyes.

A few heads turned to stare as she sauntered over to the table where the boys were waiting. She didn’t care; she wanted only one head to turn and stare.

As if on cue Varek looked up from his hand. The brief faltering in his blank expression gave Sonja a surge of pride and satisfaction – not to mention arousal.

The brown leather pants clung to her more than her jeans ever had; the bikini top revealed more than her last bra had, and was also leather. It, however, was black. The only articles of clothing that remained from her old attire was her denim jacket – left unbuttoned - and the fur vest she loved so much. Her hands were covered by black, biker gloves.

She felt quite…sexy. And judging by her mate’s expression, he obviously found her quite sexy.

Sonja grinned.

“Well, don’t you look like a walking felony,” Zo stated bluntly as Sonja approached the table where they were sitting at.

Her grin faltered briefly and she almost followed the urge to flip the Beta male off. She decided to just ignore him instead and straddle Varek’s lap. She nearly purred when she felt the bulge in his jeans.

“Is that your Desert Eagle, or are you just happy to see me?”

Varek flashed a downright wicked smirk up at her. “Considering the Desert Eagles are holstered a lot higher than where you’re sitting…”

“That’s what I thought.” Sonja’s grin grew, baring teeth that seemed sharper than normal. “So, like the new outfit?”

“Quite. I have to admit; you were right about the denim. For you anyway.”

Sonja looked him over and shrugged. Her grinned became more of a smirk. “I don’t know. I think you’d look quite good in black leather.”

“Get a room.”

Neither Alpha bothered to look over at Zo. “Get your own.”

***

The boys had finally finished their game, Sonja had gotten her new clothes, and their bellies and wallets were full again. The bar was ablaze; the four Naturalists and their winged companion putting more and more distance between themselves and the massacre they’d left for the human authorities to sort through.

All in all, a good day. And one of the more eventful ones in a few months, too.

Sonja was quite enjoying how her leather pants felt, especially as she straddled her hog. This new outfit of hers was already working out nicely. She briefly glanced at Varek – as always riding just a little bit in front of everyone, even her and even Zo – and allowed herself a tiny smirk. She knew it had definitely won him over.

It wasn’t until they Naturalists had put another county between themselves and the bar that they finally made camp for the night. They’d been riding for days before making a stop for Sonja’s shopping spree, and fatigue was finally working its way through their heightened stamina.

Plus they were quite full and in a mood to enjoy a rest while letting their meals settle.

Sonja, though, was not quite ready to just rest and settle. The Alpha female parked her hog and gracefully slid her leg over. She liked how the leather felt when she moved. She liked the way Varek watched her from the corner of his eye even better.

“And there moves Eve with her leather – the new forbidden fruit,” Zo muttered – but his eyes looked over her appraisingly. He liked the new outfit too.

Sonja walked close enough to him to stomp on his foot before she reached Varek. She felt quite satisfied when Zo made a muffled grunt of discomfort. “I guess that makes you Adam,” she purred and lifted a hand to toy with the top button – that Varek had bothered to button, anyway. She smiled up at him seductively. “And if you’re Adam, then the question remains – will you take a bite?”

Varek let his eyes roam over Sonja’s form in this new outfit of hers. He kept his face blank as he took in her exposed skin and the leather clinging to her legs and covering her breasts. His eyes met hers again; he flashed a boyish grin that exposed growing and sharpening teeth. “Biting’s my specialty.”

The female skinwalker licked her lips. She grinned as Varek grabbed her by the backs of her thighs and lifted her up. Eagerly she wrapped her legs around him.

Varek effortlessly carried Sonja away from the annoyed Zo and amused Grenier. He nipped lightly at her earlobe and smiled quite smugly when she let out a surprised yelp of pleasure. He nipped again, a bit harder, and she cooed.

“I guess you really are all about the biting now, huh?” Sonja asked with a playful smile. She was starting to grind herself against the growing bulge under Varek’s jeans. Her leather pants clung tighter to her legs now that the material was stretched more, and with the position of Varek’s hands, he could tell without a doubt she was not wearing any panties, not even her usual thong.

“You wicked vixen,” he growled in a voice that was most definitely not completely human.

Sonja practically giggled in triumph. She returned the nipping favor and bit at Varek’s ear. The smug curve of her lips could be felt when she whispered in a sultry voice – that, like Varek’s now did, bordered on inhuman - “What can I say? I’m just a dirty, little girl.”

“Sonja, you are most definitely not a little girl.”

The female skinwalker threw her head back and let out a loud, musical laugh. She wrapped her arms around Varek and buried her face in his hair as her laughter died down. “Would you have me any other way?”

Varek smiled and buried his face in Sonja’s hair, inhaling her scent as she inhaled his. “Not at all. Then I wouldn’t get to hear Zo’s countless references to female Biblical characters,” he teased.

Sonja bit a little more roughly at his earlobe and growled. She tried to glare at Varek, but instead she just bit again. “You know I’m getting sick of those.”

“I know. But they still amuse me.” Varek grinned and then tugged lightly on Sonja’s hair to get her to pull away enough for him to kiss her. He successfully muffled any retort she might have snarled at him in her annoyance, and judging by the way she whined into his mouth, effectively got her mind off the subject so she wouldn’t try to snarl them again once the kiss was finished.

The female knew exactly what her mate was doing, but it still worked. Her mate was quite talented with this particular ploy, and Sonja just let herself forget about the Biblical references topic for the time being. She picked up her grinding again, quite liking the creaking sound her pants made when she moved. Even better than that was the bulge she felt pressing right at the apex of her thighs.

Their pants would have to go and very soon at that.

The grunt of annoyance and arousal Varek made told Sonja he agreed wholeheartedly. He let go of her rear to remove her vest and jacket. Varek knew Sonja’s legs had a good grip around his waist. Unfortunately, so did her arms.

“Let go.” He almost barked the order out.

Sonja quirked an eyebrow almost defiantly. “Getting a little impatient, are we?”

Varek’s eyes flashed wilderness and turned deep, golden amber. He forcefully disentangled her arms from around his shoulders, his grip tight. The look in his eyes was feral and almost irate; he was not in a mood to dawdle or drag out the foreplay.

Sonja just let out a soft, seductive laugh and let him. She quite liked it when he got this way. There a tiny voice that would silently squeak out a protest – the human part of her mind that still managed to linger and wake up now and then and try to fill her with irrational fear. It squeaked that this was abusive behavior, but Sonja never listened.

Her Alpha would never harm her. Her Alpha was a good Alpha – he was her savior, and the pack’s protector.

He was also Alpha, and sometimes he had the impatience that came with being the top dog in charge. Meaning he was still getting used to being challenged and forced to wait when he didn’t necessarily want to wait.

Sonja never really made him wait long though. She was more impatient than he was.

Varek made quick work of her vest and denim jacket, but let the leather bikini stay for a few minutes longer. His teeth scraped along the lines of the new top; he nipped here and there and watched her with those amber eyes of his. He definitely was making good on the biting.

Now it was Sonja’s turn to get impatient. She whined and wriggled against him.

Varek took his turn to laugh; the sound was deep, throaty, and nearly a growl. “That’s more like it.”

Before she could snap a reply, Sonja was pinned to a tree, facing it. She could hear her mate disrobing behind her while he kept at least one arm pinning her. The female whined, not at all fond of being pinned and unable to see or really feel her mate.

“You can’t always get away with being a dirty, little girl, tempting me like that,” Varek breathed into her ear. He was now pinning her with his entire body, and Sonja could tell he was completely nude. He chuckled when she whined again. “I think I’ll have my bite now.”

Sonja felt her hair being brushed to one side; then her head was tilted. She closed her eyes and dug her now fully formed claws into the tree in anticipation. Despite expecting it, she still let out a surprise yelp when Varek bit into her neck. She shivered as blood began to trickling down her back and chest from the wound.

Varek kept his mouth there, sucking at the wound as he carefully removed the remainder of Sonja’s clothing. He even managed to keep his mouth there as he removed her boots – by getting her to lift her feet up behind her so he could pull them off that way.

It wasn’t until they were both nude and one of his hands was between her legs that he removed his mouth from the bite. His fingers were teasing her, toying with her, and he nipped at her earlobe. “Ready for me?”

“Yes!”

The two of them growled as Varek buried himself inside Sonja with one thrust. They moved away from the tree, Varek getting her on the ground. Sonja gripped at the earth as she was positioned on her hands and knees.

The male skinwalker growled and bit at Sonja’s neck - both in a show of dominance and a sign of affection. His thrusts were long, going deep and dragging the rhythm out. Starting off slow and steady, but they both knew soon his rhythm would lose its steady beat and the pacing would be off, uneven.

Sonja whined and mewled in pleasure, enjoying herself thoroughly as Varek took her. Her lips parted to expose growing fangs as she gasped when Varek started to go a little faster.

Though it wasn’t a full moon, the signs of the beasts that lurked beneath their skin still showed through.

Varek grunted and buried his face in Sonja’s hair. One hand gripped her hips hard enough to bruise a human while the other laid over hers and dug into the ground as well. His rhythm was speeding up, the beat becoming fast and erratic. He growled loudly, his entire body rumbling from the sound.

Sonja whined. She loved that sensation. She could feel the rumbling all the way to her sex where Varek was burying himself.

Over and over, faster and faster. Their bodies were growing slick with sweat in the warm night air – the breeze made them shiver when it hit their damp skin. The sound of their bodies colliding grew louder, harsher from their sweat, his force, and the frantic pace.

The climax was approaching, and the two skinwalkers were readying themselves to howl out the end.

Varek reached his peak first; he tore his face from Sonja’s hair and lifted it to the night sky; his howl was loud, long and joyful, a song of bliss and gratitude to the half moon above them.

Sonja soon joined him, echoing the final strands of his song as her body nearly shifted from the sheer, raw pleasure. Euphoria washed over her, almost as sweet as their couplings during full moons.

It faded slowly and left them with a pleasant lethargy.

Later, when they laid on the cool ground, his arm wrapped around her waist and her back pressed to his chest, Varek finally spoke again.

“I like the new outfit.”

Sonja’s head fell back against Varek’s shoulder, and she laughed.
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