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  “Come on Jules,” He mutters softly and my cock springs to life, like it has a second wind and He slips a hand around to it and starts moving it in his grip.

  “I can’t take it,” My entire body is electrified because we’ve already done this once and all those sensations and feelings have not had time to calm down and fade away again. “What you do to me.” I mutter between clenched teeth that are cracking and shifting to werewolf fangs.

  Zhane sees the change in my facial structure happen and his hips start working like they’re on auto pilot and the other hand goes back to my claw marked throat wrapping around it and digging his fingers into the side of it. The pleasure of pain causes me to come quickly again in a short rapid bursts and my shift follows through quickly and I see Zhane's hand become a paw across fur, I get to cry out at the sensation of his cock lengthening inside me as our bodies begin their transformation to our fury werewolf counterparts. His cock slips out of me as my rear becomes an even more muscular fur covered rump.

  Within thirty seconds, there is nothing of Julian Teehlan left behind in that bathroom, except the scent of his sex in the air, and his clothes on the bathroom floor. There are two werewolves, one grey and white with blonde streaks, and the other black fur clad wolf who drops his two front feet to the floor. Before lifting his head and inserting his nose into my rear again and licking at it quickly with his rough pink tongue.

  I like shape shifting with Zhane. I’ve never really had a pack mate to shape shift with in private or in public for that matter. Normally I’m encased somewhere in some seedy, lusty atmosphere that is enough to seep through my human skin and tickle at the werewolf needing it underneath me. I’ve shifted in group settings and alone without problem. But it’s not like shape shifting with a pack mate. There is a whole other level of intimacy and uniqueness about it.

  This is something I have been missing all this time I’ve been a werewolf, all my life.

  5

  Shape shifts generally don’t last long if the body doesn’t need them to last long. Shifting forms, helps with healing injuries and doing a proper full shape shift, as opposed to a partial shift or fast shape shift, work far better on the body if you do them regularly then not. I could have done a partial shape shift to heal the gauged claw marks on my throat, but I’m not a fan of the side affects. Zhane on the other hand, a perfectly healthy, male Manhattan Maen werewolf did not have to shape shift at all. He had no cause to other than to support me and help make the process the easiest it could be on me.

  It’s kind of like lending your healing energy to another wolf. This is what makes him such a great boyfriend. That and when I come to again, forty minutes later, I find myself in our bed. I roll onto my side and come face to face with Zhane.

  “You’re the best.” I mutter at him tiredly.

  Sometime during the past forty minutes he’s shape shift ended and he reverted back to his human form. And in doing so, he picked up my werewolf form, which has to weigh at least 120 pounds, and carried it back to the bed. My werewolf self might not mind where I lay and sleep. But the Julian Teehlan part of me, does mind, very much. I love my Egyptian thread count cotton sheets very much, thank you.

  “You’re welcome,” Zhane says brushing my blonde hair out of my eyes and across my face. I get it, he feels guilty about what happened when I came home. His eyes divert to my throat and look it over, just habit, to check that its all healed as should be.

  “How do I look?” I ask lengthening my throat for him.

  “Gorgeous.” Zhane replies with a smirk. “All good.”

  I lower my face and look directly at him. “Shows you what you know.” I reach for him and pulling him closer to me. Lacing my fingers through his chest hair.

  “Want to talk about how you go those claw marks from our pack leader?” Zhane asks softly. I sigh, I don’t want to but Zhane is all about the talking thing between us and I know that more I don’t do it, the more I fuck us up and I don’t want to do that.

  “Addison,” I see his eyes harden instantly “Relax,” I say putting a hand up in surrender “Addison and I were on Bg’s personal guard detail today and I dunno, we just got a little bored waiting for Paris to get to us and Addison made some remark, Bg replied to it and then next thing you know, we’re playing UFC fighter in Bg’s house.” Zhane raises his eyebrows in amusement. “And so they were fighting each other and so I decided to score them for most body blows and blood and all that. It was just meant to be fun.”

  “Oh no.” Zhane says watching me. “Werewolves play fighting, yeah, can’t see how that could possibly go wrong.”

  “Or you could, you know, look at it like two alphas werewolves against a beta werewolf.” I add on to make the situation sound more accurate. “Two male alphas fighting a female.”

  “You joined in?” He asks surprised by this revelation.

  “Maybe a little bit.” I admit. “I tried to stay neutral though.”

  “And Paris didn’t see it that way.”

  “Uh no. He walked in after Addison had scratched Bg’s face with claws.” I replied sliding my palms down to Zhane’s nipples. He let out a small moan as I rolled them under my hands.

  “Even I would have said not the face.” Zhane says watching me play with his chest.

  “I love this chest.” I mutter distracted by the hair covering the muscled grooves of it. My eyes flick up to see his dark eyes looking at me dreamily. Zhane pulls me up to his mouth.

  “Finish the story.”

  I sigh heavily. “Why, you know what happens next - I get taught a lesson in playing with the alpha’s pack mate as opposed to looking after her, which actually is my job.”

  “Seems a bit severe.”

  “Come on, it’s Paris, and Bg we’re talking about. I should have known better. I do know better.” I reply resting my head against his chest. Paris has never been in love before he met Bg. She’s his everything.

  “I guess.” Zhane says softly. He doesn’t really get it. I mean, he’s part of the same pack as me, the Manhattan Maen. But Zhane works under Wiatt, Paris’s younger brother. He’s not part of our hierarchy. It’s like we’re both in the same company but working on different teams within that company. And he hates the company star quarterback, Addison. My phone rings and I reach for it behind me. I glance at the screen and back at Zhane. “Who is it?” he asks and then I press the phone and answer the call.

  “Hey Addison,”

  Zhane sighs heavily and rolls away from me and out of the bed. “No I’m fine.” I reply back at him and watch as Zhane finds his clothes. “You?” I ask as Zhane pulls on jeans. “Good. No it’s fine, now’s a good a time as any.” I say as Zhane shakes his head and pulls out a shirt from the dresser draw and closes it before leaving me alone in the bedroom. Seriously, he has to just let it go.

  6

  After the call I feel the need to get out of the house. Zhane is upset with me, anytime I have with Addison and not him, he hates. I walk through Manhattan and find myself heading to the werewolf in questions apartment. I didn’t tell Zhane I have a spare key to Addison’s place. Imagine if I did, he’d be unbearable. So telling him that the thing I do with Addison when I’m stressed would make him loose it.

  My stress release is that I go to Addison’s place and curl up at the foot of his bed. Addison’s never questioned me on it. He just lets me do it. It’s like he knows I need it. And I’m ever so grateful for that from my friend. That’s why I love Addison. He has a huge heart that looks after everyone around him. I never remark on it either, I just leave in the morning and we go on as normal. It’s not a sexual thing. It’s a comfort. I pull out the spare key and look at it my palm. I close my fingers over it and put it back in my pocket. I’m very used to coming and going in Addison’s place as I please. I’ve been doing it for years and I haven’t been able to break the habit, but then again, I haven’t wanted to. That’s why I sleep over at Addison’s. I mean I spend more time at his place than I do my own.

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p; Looking up, I look at the moon in the night sky. There is a wilderness to being a werewolf. We wrestle with many things and have to function in two bodies. So making sense of things as a werewolf while being a human, can get tricky. “Maybe I should talk to you about getting out of this emotional wilderness. Before I end up with more claw marks.” I start walking again.

  I haven’t told Zhane that I can’t handle being alone. Like big time, can’t handle being alone. That I was abandoned as a pup and it not only wounded me deeply, it shaped me. And now I don’t feel like I can.

  More stories on Jules Teehlan can be found the blog A Werewolf Blog in Brooklyn http://altijdbreukelen.wordpress.com

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  Underneath Your Skin - Dan Sultan

  Body Count - Justin Timberlake

  Four Five Seconds – Rihana and Kanye West and Sir Paul McCartney

  Bad Blood – Taylor Swift

  One More Night - Maroon 5

  I lived – One Republic

  Standing On My Shoulders (Mighty Mike mix) - The Gossip Vs The Do

  Poverty’s King - Mariachi El Bronx

  Feel Again - One Republic

  Jealous – Nick Jonas

  Underneath it all (Live acoustic version) - No Doubt

  One Last Time – Ariana Grande

  Got Some - Pearl Jam

  Talking to the Moon - Bruno Mars

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  Wolves at The Door

  Wolves Love

  Wolves

  Red White and Werewolf

  Werewolf Storm

  Wild Life

  Lunar Night Stand

  The Pack

  Revenge

  Reasons

  Bitch

  Of Wolf and Male

  Beasts of Burden

  Nature of the Beast

  Alpha

  Lycan La Vida Loca

  Lycan Life

  Perception

  Growing up Werewolf

  Other Breukelen girl (werewolf) novels

  Lunar Nights

  Bleeding Hearts

  The Shadow trilogy:

  Shadow Aspect – Book 1

  Shadow Games – Book 2

  Shadow Boxing – Book 3

  The blog zines

  Lycan Life

  Wanton Werewolf

  Werewolf Wilderness

  Claw Marks

  Bitch

  Lycan Life

  All it takes is a week out of this world to wake up a lycan and for everything you've ever known, to change, completely. Booker Parish wakes up in a Brooklyn hospital bed as a lycan and finds there is more than difficulty in adjusting to his new life as a wolf. And her name is Bg Sommers.

  Wanton Werewolf

  Conall Wakely has a problem. He wants everything and he doesn’t do well when he doesn’t get it. So when Bg Sommers comes onto his radar, he has to have her. When Conall first meets Bg Sommers, that want he has for everything, goes into overdrive and in usual Conall style, he goes with it and for it. But hindsight into himself and his wanting needs as a werewolf is earned when ignoring the rules of wanting, means regardless breaking of a heart one to many times. Wanton Werewolf offers a glimpse at Bg and Conall’s relationship.

  Claw Marks

  Jules Teehlan’s job is specific but not necessarily simple. Keep the pack mate of the Manhattan Maen werewolf leader safe. That’s it. But becoming overly familiar with Bg Sommers, the pack mate in question, means Jules is going to get more than the riot act. It mean’s a scarring that goes beyond the physical and borders on breaking an assumed trust. For him and another werewolf.

  Bitch

  All it takes is one bad day to bring out the Bitch in Gabby Colton. But does that excuse her from constantly being a Bitch to the rest of her fellow werewolves? One bad day, gives us a glimpse from Gabby's point of view, of her pack life and fellow pack mates in the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack.

  Red White and Werewolf

  A podcast series and novel

  The free prequel podcast can be found on www.itunes.com and www.sticherradio.com and www.talkshoe.com

  The day before her twenty ninth birthday Bg Sommers is kidnapped before the eyes of her pack mate lover Paris D’arenberg.

  Awaking far from her home in Brooklyn New York, Bg finds herself in unfamiliar surroundings two other kidnapped werewolves, Phelan and Thane Cavello, alpha werewolf males. Together with the werewolves, must work together to escape being hunted, by a powerfully terrifying, relentless enemy. Even if it means, disobeying werewolf pack laws and territory lines.

  Together Phelan, Thane and Bg try to work through their differences. But Bg finds the risks of being around the Cavello’s is far greater than first thought. A connection between the three werewolves, threatens to do more damage to Bg and her life, than she could have ever imagined.

  Uncovering the meaning of the three werewolves connection will mean confronting her past, to reclaim her future especially if she is to have one with Paris.

  Wolves At The Door

  The werewolf across the hall from Hooper Parish’s place is hot. So damn hot that Hooper can’t help but pay attention to him so badly that all he wants to do is submit to the Alpha werewolf, Thane Cavello.

  But Hooper has issues. One; he hates werewolves, two; he hates werewolf packs, three; he hates lycans and four; he hates himself because he is a lycan. Made by a werewolf after an attack, seventeen years ago. Can he learn to love himself enough to be loved in return? Do you let the wolf that you are define you or the one you could be?

  Falling for Thane was always going to be a challenge and a complicating one at that for Hooper to work out.

  Add families from both sides of each male to the mix, and secrets are going to get exposed, and love will challenge loyalty because of it. Who do these wolves trust, when it can’t be their own kind and their hearts know no better? Leaving Hooper with another issue to add to his list; like what does he want out of his lycan life, a pack mate, love, or family?

  Wolves

  Tatum Lee is a lycan. She knows it. She can’t help but not know it, because it seems everyone is always reminding her of it.

  Being a lycan isn’t exactly a title you wear with pride, far from it. In New York City, home to the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack, it’s the last thing she wants to announce upon her arrival there. Tatum just wants to be left alone. But it seems that isn’t going to happen.

  Especially when she captures the attention of Wiatt D’arenberg, enforcer for the Manhattan Maen pack. It’s Wiatt’s job to ensure there are no lycan in the Manhattan Maen’s territory, including Tatum. But once she’s on his radar, he can’t seem to get her off it.

  Having an untrained, lycan in his territory, on a lunar week means it’s up to Wiatt to ensure she’s not a danger to his pack or the public, and that means taming her. If he can tame his feelings towards the wolf he’s not supposed to want, first.

  Wolves Love

  Werewolves are real. Tatum Lee knows that only too well. Ever since she was attacked by one and infected with lycanthropy. But werewolves do not like lycans. Humans who have been turned into wolves, not born a werewolf. Tatum has had more than her share of experiencing their dislike of her kind.

  There are many werewolves in New York City, pack werewolves. Luckily she has Wiatt D’arenberg, a more than friendly Manhattan Maen werewolf to help her out. As Tatum adjusts to life in Manhattan with Wiatt, she slowly glimpses more of the werewolf pack culture.

  She finds herself put in a position of expectation with their law and ways without little thought for herself. But if it means living and loving Wiatt, then she is willing to do that. Except, there are other wolves who do not believe lycans and werewolves should mix and will see to it that Wiatt and Tatum are torn apart. Literally if necessary.

  Tatum finds herself in a hard position that might just tear her and Wiatt apart first, before anyone else can get to them. How can they stay together with so many factors are t
rying to drive them apart?

  Werewolf love is hard. But werewolves love even harder.

  Shadow Aspect - Book 1

  Katelyn Phoenix leads a low life. She’s never had a life full of privilege, prominence or affluence. But she’s always been able to see the truth in other people, it’s always been her gift.

  Because Katelyn’s not your average human female. She’s a truth-sayer and being one of those is rare and highly, valuable if you want to commit personal espionage on others.

  Katelyn’s never had a problem with what she does, it’s not for her to question the ethics of it. Because nobody ever questions her, when she gets them what they want to extort over others. If they’re willing to pay the right price for her services.

  Tarin Armadel is more than willing to pay the price for hiring Katelyn Phoenix. Because in the supernatural world of Melbourne, Australia, Tarin’s not what he seems at first glance either. He comes from the shadows of a cold Melbourne night, to make a proposition to Katelyn that’s too good to refuse. Especially when it involves the mysterious, Tarin in it.

  Katelyn finds herself entering the supernatural world she’s only ever been on the fringes of before, and falling deeper and deeper for Tarin in the process. But she’s unable to read Tarin, which is something of blessing and a burden. How is she supposed to know what she’s getting into with him? He’s everything she’s never had before in her life and there’s probably a very good reason for that. If only she could get to the bottom of the truth to find out before its’ too late.