Claw Marks
By Breukelen Girl
A Werewolf in Brooklyn Blog - Zine Edition
© Copyright 2015
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1
Claw marks can be good or bad. They can be a scar or a reminder. Say for instance you have an amorous lover and you’re going at it wild style like a pack of hungry wolves, and they’re scratching your shoulders to death, that’s the good kind of claw marks. But if you’re the pack mate of an alpha werewolf and another alpha male werewolf has scratched your face with his claws, that the bad kind of claw marks.
The female before me is touching her face, where claw marks were just left on her skin. I watch her take her fingers away from the pink marks. She grins back at the other male in the room with us. It’s not exactly a friendly grin. He’s panting and has more than a fare sheen of sweat covering him. He threw off his t-shirt awhile ago because it was sticking to him with a big sweat patch down his chest.
“Really? You can’t even draw blood and you call yourself an alpha.” Bg taunts the brunette not taking her eyes off him.
I look back at Addison, there is no way he’s going to let that slide. Addison loves a good tussle. I look back at the smaller, black haired female. The tension in the room is mounting, as they both size each other up.
“I don’t see no marks on this werewolf.” He says flippantly putting his arms out wide.
“Maybe you’re not worth marking.” She pants as they move around each other and start circling themselves back in.
“Is that supposed to hurt me?” He chuckles wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. They lunge towards each other grinning.
“No, but I’m going to.” Another, all too familiar voice says as Addison and Bg pull up short of each other and suddenly straighten up and turn to face the expected but forgotten visitor. Bg’s pack mate and our pack leader, Paris D’arenberg. A large unit. Addison immediately drops his head to look at the ground and takes two steps back from Bg.
“Alpha.” He says softly.
“What the hell is this?” He looks from Addison and Bg in the center of the room to me. “Do I need to repeat myself?” He yells loudly at me and before I know what’s coming, grabs the back of my blonde hair and yanks my head back, so that my head is pulled back and my face is under his, my throat utterly exposed. Paris doesn’t get physical with me. Ever.
“Jules I’m loosing my fucking patience, and you know what happens then?” Paris growls angrily at me tightening his grip on my hair, so it pulls at my scalp painfully.
“Apologies alpha, we were just uh, play fighting.” I blurt out quickly.
“Play fighting?” Paris repeats
“You know, sparring.” I say quickly as I feel something sharp press into the skin of my throat. The tips of his werewolf claws. “Awarding points to the wolf who gets the most hits in.”
“Sparring with my pack mate? Hitting my pack mate? I don’t fucking think so.” He seethes at me, pressing the tips of those claws into me. “I do not leave the duty of care of my pack mate to you, for you, to scar her face or play fight with. You’re getting to comfortable around her and forgetting your place.” Paris says in a low angry voice and I wonder if there is anything I can say to placate him or leave this situation any better than he found it.
“Julian didn’t mean anything by that,” Addison says quickly coming to my defense. I know he’ll fight for me. He’s a good friend. Too good a friend for me.
“Paris, please, it’s not Jules fault,” I can see him turn his head towards Bg.
“Leave us, now!” He barks at Bg, another not good sign. He never yells at her. I can see her suddenly gathering her stuff and leaving the room. “Not you.” He says at Addison. “I’m going to deal with you after I’m done here.”
“Look, I’ll take it, for both of us. Just let Jules up,” Addison continues on quickly. Ever the smooth talker and wheeler and dealer. Oh shit. Pissing off my pack leader and long time friend, is not a usual occurrence for me.
“Nice fucking try but you both need to learn a lesson here.” Paris replies back at him. “What was the final score?” Paris asks me still holding me in the awkward and sharp position of being pulled half backwards. I want to grab his arm to hold on, but that would be a sign of weakness. And werewolves are not weak, especially around other alphas and the pack leader.
“What?” I wonder if I’ve heard him right.
“You were the scoring them right, giving them points for hits. So what was the final score?” He growls yanking at my hair and I wince.
“4 - 3, Bg.” I reply quickly.
I can see Paris’s mouth curl up into a smile and then I see how much trouble I’m in, his fangs are showing through. Shit, shit shit. I hope he doesn’t rip my fucking throat out. Paris is overly protective of Bg and I’m supposed to be one of her bodyguards, not her playmate and friend when I’m on roster to look out after her.
“That’s my girl.” He replies and I feel the tips of his claws pull back and off my skin and I let out a heavy breath I never knew I was even holding. Which is stupid really, because I’ve been a part of the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack long enough to know Paris better than this. I’ve been in the hierarchy long enough to know that shit like this always gets punished. But it doesn’t occur to me to think about this happening to me, until it’s too late.
“You sanction anymore fights with my pack mate without my permission and I’ll start peeling your skin off you. Inch by inch.” He growls.
Werewolf claws rake down the soft skin of my throat like lightening racing across my skin. I scream out loud unable to stop myself. My eyes water instantly and the imagery of Addison moving towards us is blurred as tears well in my eyes. Paris lets go of my hair and I fall straight down onto my back with the loss of his hold on me. My hands go to my bleeding throat but it all hurts and I drop them off it, moaning as I writhe on the floor. Being a werewolf does not mean you do not feel pain, physically or emotionally.
“Now, you.” He says turning to Addison.
2
When I get home, I still haven’t quite gotten over the shock of Paris scaring my throat with his claws. It still stings, but I’ll shift later and it’ll heal just fine. After receiving my reprimand I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I can’t think of any other time I’ve received so severe a reprimand or physical one from Paris.
Another male werewolf walks out into the hallway, he’s dressed like a rockabilly male from the 50’s, its a look that totally suits him. I look over at him and I know he sees the claw marks instantly. They’re pretty obvious along with the blood down the front of my top. I checked them out in the car mirror, they’re angry red lines that look like they’re swelling at the edges down my throat.
“What the hell?” Zhane says softly and marches towards me.
Zhane’s as tall as me, but a bigger, build. He’s dark to my light colorings. Italian male, through and through. Lots of nice dark black chest hair, facial roughage, Sicilian. “Show me.” He says as I gingerly lift my chin up. It stretches the scarred skin a
nd I moan a little as I grit my teeth together. “Addison?” He asks me as I lower my chin again and grimace at the feeling of the skin pulling and moving. Of course he’d ask if it was Addison, I push past him, heading for the bathroom. He thinks I’m trying to land Addison just because we work closely together.
“Julian!” Zhane calls out to me. “Tell me how you got that or I’m going to think the worst, like Addison and you playing some sort of sex game.” I can hear him following me as I walk into the bathroom.
“Jesus Christ will you drop the Addison sex scenario please.” I start undressing and undo my pants. “It’s becoming a little old.” Zhane doesn’t look pretty like Addison and I think he feels insecure because of that. Like he can’t figure out why I’m with him. I think his style makes him handsome. Zhane walks into the bathroom and reaches straight into my pants and wraps a hand tightly around my cock, pushing me back against the tiled wall behind me. “What is this?” I ask him looking him in the eye. My cock is hardening in his hand.
“I know how much you would fuck that guy in a heart beat if he said yes to it.” Zhane starts “And that you’re only with me because you can’t land him.” I sigh and put my hands on his face.
“That’s not why I’m with you.” I say softly and move towards his mouth. Kissing the day away would be a damn good start to it. Zhane pulls back, before I can get anywhere near his mouth.
“You always do that.”
“What? Kiss you? As I recall, you rather like that.” I reply flippantly. He tightens his handgrip on my cock and I pull a face.
“You try physical distraction over actual talking to me.”
“Last time we really talked, I was honest as hell with you about how I feel about Addison and you’ve been using it to hang over my head ever since we started this relationship.” I fire back at him, angry now. His eyes widen and I reach down and pull his hand off my cock and chest bump him out of my way so I have room to strip completely. “It wasn’t Addison,” I say turning on the shower taps. “It was Paris and before you even ask, no I do not have a thing for him, I am not attracted to him, and it was in no fucking way a sex game that lead to this.” I say angrily pointing to the claw mark before stepping under the spray of the shower.
3
I feel Zhane’s lips on my back shoulder blades as water runs over me. “I’m sorry.” He mutters, resting his hands on my hips. I let out another breath and slick my hair back off my face. “What I should have asked was if you were okay or needed help shifting or something like that.”
His thumbs start kneading my glutes and I close my eyes, enjoying his touch, pressing into my muscles. That’s the thing about Zhane; he knows exactly how to relax me, like in an instant. He figured out all my triggers in no time at all. It’s kind of scary really, to feel so fucking vulnerable to someone with that much trust. I’m not good with trust. I never have been. It takes a lot to get it from me; I’m a serious hard case when someone wants it. And only a handful of wolves have it from me. Paris is one those wolves, which makes what happened today so much worse for me.
And I’m trying to do this relationship thing with Zhane. I’m just not used to it. He’s done relationships before. I’m aware that I have issues. That’s why no relationships for me until now. I let out another breath and my shoulders drop loosing some tension. Zhane said he could handle it, handle me that’s why I agreed to try this with him.
I reach behind me for him and run my hand up his leg. “Shift with me?”
“Of course.” He says kissing the top of my shoulder.
I turn off the shower taps and turn to face him. “Fuck me.” I demand and his mouth mashes onto mine.
“Always.” He breathes and then is pushing his wet, hair chest of muscle into me and I’m running my fingers through the trails of black over the muscles there. We pull back and he takes my hand, intending I guess, to take me to the bedroom so we can have sex. I pull him back to me.
“Here.” I say and we look at the steel basin that comes out from the mirrored wall in the bathroom.
“What are you thinking?” Zhane asks me.
“Me in front, holding the edges, you taking my ass, both of us getting off on watching ourselves in the mirror.” I reply back at him.
Zhane smiles. “Nice.”
We walk over to the basin and Zhane turns me around first. I’m a little surprised, as he knows when I need a good ass fucking that I need it then and there. He kneels down before me and cupping by balls gently slides his mouth openly over my cock head, I don’t feel his throat until he’s past that ridge and then he’s moving slowly, back and forth over my length, taking his time to give me head. I put my hand at the back of his head and gently keep a little pressure there, so he can have the assurance of me with him. This might be his way of saying sorry for being a douche.
His fingers wrap around my cock and he begins to pull and move his mouth at the same time as I start to slide in and out of his mouth. Occasionally touching my ball sack gently he keeps his head bobbing back and forth as my hips move a little, more tension leaves my body as he works me in his mouth, before slowly pulling back and silently standing up to direct me to the basin again. I look at him with want. Yeah, I know, it’s just a bit of foreplay but I need release here.
I lean down and put my hands shoulder width apart, spreading my legs, assuming the position that is best for Zhane to mount my ass. He slides his fingers down the crevice of my behind. “Need lube.” I mutter.
“Should be some in that drawer” He says pulling the top drawer under the basin out, Zhane grabs the condom packet in the drawer and opens it up first, sliding it down his cock before he grabs a bottle of lube and dips his fingers into it and coats two fingers, before starting to grease up my rear, just pressing at my ring, but not penetrating it.
His other hand keeps kneading my ass muscle rather than touching my cock. He knows exactly how to work me over. I can feel my muscles slowly relaxing throughout my body and when my ring finally relaxes, he pushes those two lubed fingers into me slowly.
“Yes.” I groan.
He moves those fingers, scissoring them inside me. His fingers leave me and I feel the press of his cock, moving to be inside me. “I’ll promise you’ll get what you need.” Zhane mutters as he slips past the ring of muscle and slips right inside me, till his balls hit my ass. I love hearing him say that when he’s topping me.
Zhane grabs my hips and slowly starts to move, when he damn well knows I want hard and fast. I can see him watching his cock go in and out of my ass. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting into me and running a hand up my back, I watch him in the mirror as that hand slides under my arm and up to my throat, to wrap around my claw marked throat. Grabbing it tightly while he keeps getting faster and faster, using one hand on my hip to pull me onto him. I try not to wince as he grips my throat, because this is how I like it. This is how we fuck. Like alpha and beta werewolves should. Dominance over submission.
“Oh Jesus, I’m sorry,” He says starting to move his hand off my throat. But I grab it and put it back there, and hold it to the claw marked skin. Ignoring the small pain on the raw flesh. I want to feel him, marking me inside and out.
“Fuck me.” I growl and reach for my own cock, jerking it back and forth as Zhane starts hitting my ass hard, scraping over my prostrate with each deep, powerful thrust. My hand action speeds up and I see Zhane watching me jack myself while he’s pumping me from behind. My spare hand leaves the basin and I start touching the sensitive skin near my cock that I’ve waxed away. Yeah, I like hair on men, just not me. I look up and see Zhane looking back at me in the mirror and my pressure on my cock builds and my hand action gets quicker as we both enjoy watching ourselves together.
I stop jerking off and hold my cock as the pressure on my prostrate becomes sensationalized and I feel myself ready to come. Zhane moans as I start coming over my hand and onto the bench and everywhere. “Oh yes,” He grits his teeth and comes pumping himself into the condom in my ass
. We stay there momentarily to catch a breath, before he attempts to pull out of me.
“Honey.” He pants sliding his hands to my hips. I look back over my shoulder.
“What?”
“I can’t pull out.” This is has actually happened to us a few times, almost every second time Zhane has topped me. His cock head swells so much that it plugs my ass so to speak and we have to wait for his cock to calm the fuck down before he can slide out of me. It’s actually a very wolf like thing to happen. Which makes me wonder if his werewolf and mine are trying to tell him and I something, like we are meant to be mating together forever.
I let out a small laugh.
“You ass loves my cock.” He grins back at me and leans his chest against my back. Normally I’m the top. “Let’s shift like this.” He suggests. I look back at him in the mirror. “Just like this, me inside you, wonder what that would be like.” He kisses my shoulder.
“Okay.” I find myself saying.
4
We’ve never shape shifted to our tribal form like this before. Usually what happens is we either shape shift individually or we jerk off until the orgasm is so fucking powerful, it starts the shift or we fuck until we’re both about to come and then whoever is topping pulls out and stands, hands and knees over the other one, and shifts as they come. Shape shifting in close proximity to another familiar werewolf, usually makes the shape shifting fast for both werewolves.
I’ve seen Paris fuck Bg into a shape shift when I was look-out for them one time in the woods, while they had a midnight romp. It was pretty spectacular actually. So this shouldn’t be too hard to do, other than we’ve already used up the orgasm as our automatic lead in. Or have we? If Zhane’s still rock hard inside me, then he should still be able to fuck me. Again. I’m an alpha I know I have the abilities to lead this shift into happening.
I’m beginning to like this plan a lot. Zhane seems to think the same thing and starts thrusting again. My prostate has already been sensitized from our first round of fucking and now I find not moving or touching my mate, damn near frustrating. I want more to go with the quick build up of pleasure that keeps rising and spiking through out my skin.
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