Chapter 4 - A Night Off

It was almost a week after the night he had saved Corinne Parker when Julian walked into the precinct and found Abigail waiting impatiently for him at the front door. The tall blonde woman wore a button up gray shirt today, tucked into a pair of blue jeans. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a bun, and her green eyes narrowed when Julian walked in.

"What is it this time?" Julian asked, brows furrowed with worry.

"I cannot believe you thought I wasn't going to find out." Abigail said, hands on her hips, glaring hard at Julian. Well, that was never a good thing to hear.

"Er... what is it you found out?" Julian raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I found out two things actually, both of them surprising." Abigail smirked.

"Just spit it out." Julian groaned.

"Well, the first thing I found out... you have a friend! An actual, honest to God friend. I didn't think you did that kind of thing." Abigail teased, and Julian rolled his eyes and began walking towards his desk.

"Uh huh. And how did you figure this out?"

"Well, that leads me into the second thing I found out." Abigail said, and then she smacked his arm.

"Ow!" Julian protested, holding up his hands in a universal 'what the fuck' gesture.

"Why didn't you tell me today is your birthday?!" Abigail exclaimed. "I had to find out from the smoking hot girl who showed up asking to see you."

"What smoking- Oh, shit. Is Ellen here?" Julian asked warily. Abigail pointed over towards Julian's desk, and he looked over to see that Ellen was indeed sitting at his desk, reclined back in his office chair while scrolling her phone. Her long brown waves streamed down her shoulders, and she wore a pink crop top and some black leggings. One of the cops who was in his early 20s seemed to be trying to talk to her, but she was essentially ignoring him. Julian tried to resist the urge, but he couldn't quite avoid noticing the way Ellen's large teardrop shaped breasts stretched that top over the shape of them, and in case that didn't make it obvious enough, her nipples poking at the fabric made it extremely clear she was not wearing a bra. Her toned, muscled stomach was on full display, and those leggings hugged her sensational physique just as well on the lower half. She was sat down right now, but he know from experience how Ellen's thick, firm ass looked in leggings.

"Yeah, why did you never tell me about her? She's great!" Abigail grinned.

As Julian and Abigail watched, Ellen sniffed the air, then her head whipped towards the pair of them with a big grin.

"Jules!" Ellen exclaimed, bounding to her feet without even a glance towards the cop who'd been talking to her. Ellen jumped into Julian's arms for a hug, one he returned with a long suffering sigh. He'd been braced for her to jump into his arms, she did it every time she saw him, basically. He set her down onto the ground, and she smirked those plump, pouty lips at him. Julian also noticed, with her closer to him now, that the brass wolf charm was around her neck. He'd given it to her last week, and she'd agreed to wear it constantly.

"Happy Birthday!" Ellen beamed, and she stood onto her toes (why was she barefoot in the middle of a police precinct?) to kiss his cheek.

"Thanks, Ellie." Julian couldn't help but smile a little. "Why are you here though?"

"Well, I knew if I didn't interfere, you were going to spend your birthday sitting alone or... I dunno, jacking off to photos of your car or something." Ellen waved a hand.

"Whoa!" Julian protested, while Abigail devolved into a fit of giggles. He hadn't even known Abigail could giggle.

"I don't know what it is you do all day sitting in that apartment. You have to be jacking off to something, and I know you don't talk to any women. Present company excluded, of course." Ellen said with a conspiratorial grin towards Abigail.

Julian waggled his finger back and forth between the two of them. "No, no, no. I don't know what the hell that was, but I do not like that."

"Don't worry about it." Ellen patted his cheek. "Now, as I was saying, I'm here to mandate some good birthday fun. Why don't the three of us hit the Glade?!"

"The Glade? Never heard of it." Abigail frowned. Ellen froze, green eyes widening as she looked to Julian for help. That didn't take long, did it?

"Ellen's mixing up places again. The Glade is a bar where we grew up." Julian said smoothly. "Try picking a place in LA this time, Ellen."

"Right, right. My mistake." Ellen said, lightly smacking her own forehead.

"I know a place, it's pretty solid." Abigail said, walking past Ellen towards her desk. Once out of Abigail's eyesight, Ellen cringed and mouthed 'sorry', making Julian laugh and shake his head. He led his barefooted best friend over towards the desk, and she plopped down into his chair, then waggled her eyebrows at him as she spun around in a circle.

"Here it is, called Wavelength." Abigail said, pulling it up on her computer.

"Oh, I've been there!" Ellen exclaimed. "Yeah, that one's fun, Jules. Let's go there."

"I don't remember agreeing to any of this." Julian pointed out, and Ellen and Abigail both glared at him.

"You were going to hide that it was your birthday from me, just like you did last year. Because I know what you did for your birthday this time last year, we were on a stakeout eating greasy food and trying not to fall asleep."

"That's what you did last year?" Ellen complained. "Jules, I begged you to go out last year, and when you kept texting 'no', 'no', 'leave me alone, Ellie', 'no, Ellie, I suck and I'm a loser who doesn't wanna have fun because I'm allergic to good times', I decided that this year I'd make sure you can't tell me no."

"That was a great impression of him." Abigail grinned over at Ellen.

"Wasn't it just?" Ellen beamed back at Abigail.

"I need you two to un-meet right now, because holy shit, I cannot deal with this." Julian groaned.

"So... 8?? 9?" Ellen asked, wiggling in excitement.

"8 sounds good, we should be all done with work by then." Abigail said with a pointed look towards Julian.

Julian put his hands together and lifted his head heavenward. "If you're listening, God, please let someone get murdered."

Abigail swatted at him, but he dodged her assault effortlessly. She looked momentarily startled, and Julian cursed inwardly. He'd thoughtlessly defaulted to werewolf reflexes, something he was usually more careful about at work, but Ellen being here had him all off balance. Like his worlds had collided, man and wolf, and now he wasn't sure which one he was.

"Alright, Ellie, fine." Julian groaned. "We'll go out tonight."

"Excellent!" she clapped her hands together. "Am I meeting you two there or are we carpooling? What's the vibe?"

"I'm fine with carpooling." Abigail shrugged, and both girls looked to Julian.

"I'll drive." he decided.

"Absolutely not, you need to get hammered tonight, birthday law." Ellen waggled a finger. "I could drive her."

"Nobody drives the Cutlass, but me, alright?" Julian said, and Ellen grinned.

"See? He's crazy about that car." Ellen smirked over at Abigail. "I don't think I'm that far off about my jerking off theory."

"Alright, I'm about to arrest you." Julian sighed, and Ellen grinned.

"You want me in handcuffs, Jules?" she asked flirtatiously, sticking her wrists out eagerly.

"Get out of my precinct." Julian groaned, but Ellen just laughed. She came up to him and kissed his cheek, lowering back onto the balls of her feet.

"Alright, I'll see you two later!" Ellen waved, bending over to scoop up her discarded shoes in a way that presented her ridiculously thick toned ass for Julian's eyes to feast upon. It was a herculean effort to lift his eyes off of Ellen's ass, but he managed it somehow as she waved goodbye to Abigail and hurried off to the lobby to exit.

"Well, I think she's awesome." Abigail smiled at Julian, who dropped into his chair with a sigh. He almost immediately fell backwards, as Ellen had flicked the little switch on the underside of his chair that toggled the recline. Abigail snickered as Julian sat back up and locked the chair back into place.

He got straight to work, muttering the whole time about conspiring coworkers and nosy best friends while Abigail laughed to herself.

"So, you have any other magical theories about who our next victim is?" Abigail asked after about half an hour, sitting up straight so her head poked over the top of his monitor.

"Nope. Corinne was just a hunch, and thankfully for her, it was a wrong one." Julian said.

"Yeah, you reuniting her with her brother was super sweet." Abigail said. "But that's the kind of thing I definitely should have been called for."

"I called you afterwards to let you know the lead hadn't panned out." Julian protested.

"Yes, but investigating a potential kidnapping is the kind of thing you call your partner for." Abigail said with a roll of her eyes.

"I can't believe you're still upset about this, it's been a week." Julian protested.

"I know." Abigail sighed. "It's just been a week of no new leads or information, and it pisses me off."

"Trust me, I'm right there with you." Julian scowled. "I really thought I had something with the Corinne Parker disappearance, but now we're right back at square one. Square zero, really."

"Why her?" Abigail wondered, propping her chin on her palms. "I never understood why you thought she was connected."

"It was right after we found Miguel Ortiz, and I dunno... I guess I just wanted a win." Julian sighed. That wasn't a lie, that really had been the case, he just left out the part about her being a vampire.

"We'll figure this out, Julian." Abigail said firmly. "We will. Everyone slips up eventually, and when he does, we'll crucify this bastard."

"You're right. We will." Julian said, and Abigail nodded.

With the conversation over, Julian turned back to his research. Today's topic was fallen angels, like it had been for several of the days this week. He didn't know what he hoped to gain, but he wanted to know anything he could. Fallen angels, according to the Internet, were angels cast out from Heaven for committing a sin of some kind. It made for a good story, a virtuous angel blasted out of Heaven for turning wicked, but Julian had no clue if that was actually how real fallen angels worked. Humankind never got all the details right, though sometimes they'd get it mostly right. Silver, for example. It was a common belief that silver burned werewolves, hence the infamous silver bullets, but in fact, Julian could touch silver with no repercussions. It was his blood being exposed to silver that was the problem. Silver knives, silver bullets, those could fuck a werewolf up, but only if the silver reached the bloodstream.

Julian read on, reading idly about various theological references, when he came upon a couple of old passages that said the stars were angels themselves, and shooting stars were angels being cast from Heaven. That one sounded like bullshit, but he decided to look up any possible shooting stars over Los Angeles within the past couple years, just in case. He rapidly figured out, however, that that was fruitless. Shooting stars were way too common to try and identify one in particular being a fallen angel, and he wondered idly if there might be one that was weird, or actually fell to earth, but nothing was coming up, so Julian gave up on fallen angels for the day.

He sighed and looked over at the time on the computer to see that a little over an hour had passed. His phone buzzed, and Julian picked it up off the table.

Julian tapped out of the chat with Corinne and into a different chat that he'd not used in just under a week.

Julian watched as Romero added Inara to the chat, and Julian glumly typed Inara's name in for her contact. He was not looking forward to the fact that she had his number now.

Julian considered that as the answer to Corinne's problem, and he thought that that might make sense. If a vampire went crazy, the other members of the clan were either worried about why he did it, or if there was no why, they were fearing retribution. Vampires had a complex society, kind of a little world of their own within the supernatural world. Clans had their own territory, and they all answered to each other. A vampire going crazy in a park would definitely stir up inter-clan trouble, and if it happened on another clan's territory, it'd be an even bigger issue.

And on that note, Julian set his phone down with a snort. He glanced around the precinct, trying to see if there was anything going on, but it seemed to be a quiet day on the job. That was always good, as it meant people weren't winding up in trouble or dead, but Julian got very, very restless just sitting at his desk. He drummed his fingers on the desk, tapping his foot as he continued glancing around.

"I know it's your birthday and all, but can you please shut up?" Abigail called from the other side of the desk. Julian bounded to his feet and came around the side to see what Abigail was doing.

"You know, you are a terrible person to be around when you're bored." she said, looking at him wryly.

"That's a very harsh and very accurate thing to say to me." Julian sighed. "What are you up to?"

"I'm reviewing the case files for the victims." Abigail huffed.

"And has anything magically jumped out to you on the fiftieth time going over them?" Julian asked, not unkindly. Abigail shook her head, lips pursed. Julian patted her shoulder consolingly, then paused. He reached down to pick up one of the folders Abigail had spread across her desk. The folder he had picked up was Jenna Downey's, the witch, and Abigail had had it open to the notes on the crime scene, with a printed out photo paperclipped beside it. Julian tugged free the photo, and frowned at it.

"What is it?" Abigail demanded, instantly alert.

"That necklace she has on... do you recognize that symbol?" Julian asked aloud.

"Lemme see." Abigail said, holding her hand out, and Julian handed over the photo. He set the rest of the folder down while Abigail peered at it.

"Yeah, that's the djed, the symbol of Osiris, the Egyptian god of death." Abigail said finally. Julian raised his eyebrows, and Abigail rolled her eyes in response.

"I got really into mythology, especially in college." Abigail muttered, handing Julian the photo back. He looked carefully at the necklace Jenna wore, a sort of pillar-shaped which was wider at the base and slimmed to a pillar with little lines going across the top of it.

"So it represents death?" Julian asked, and Abigail shook her head.

"Not really. I think I remember seeing the djed was supposed to represent resurrection. They'd put it on mummies, I think, to try to bring them back to life." Abigail shrugged. "From what we know of her, Jenna was very into witchy things like Wicca, crystals, charms, whatever. Not a surprise she has an amulet like that."

Resurrection... Julian was reminded suddenly of Meg's vision, where she talked about ghosts knowing the truth and dead people not staying dead. Maybe Jenna had more to offer the investigation than he'd realized. It wasn't something he could chase down today, he'd need to find some specialists who could help, but maybe there could be a way to commune with Jenna, if she really was dabbling in resurrection magic. Could be worth asking Jenna's parents though. They might know what kind of magic she was involved in. Witches had such varied abilities based on what they focused on, it was very possible Jenna could have been interested in death magic.

"Does that symbol mean something to you?" Abigail demanded, and Julian shook his head.

"No, no. It doesn't mean anything to me." Julian lied, and he was pretty sure Abigail knew it as he went back to his chair and sat down.

Abigail eyed him, but she didn't say anything further.

———

That night, Julian found himself somewhere distinctly unpleasant.

A party.

He hadn't dressed special for this at all, he still wore his work clothes of a button up shirt, pants, and his leather jacket. He got out of the taxi and looked up at the thumping club, Wavelength, which made his ears hurt already. He tried to lower his hearing abilities as much as possible, but they were a little less easy to control than his nightvision was. The club was still far too loud, and he resisted the urge to cover his ears as he approached the place. It was less jam-packed than the Glade had been last time he went, which was great. He only had to wait behind a handful of people to get in, and he swept his gaze across the people around him, trying to see if Ellen and Abigail were here yet or not.

They might have gone back inside, the meetup plan had been pretty vague. Once they decided nobody was driving, the plan had just become get taxis or Ubers over and meetup there. The bouncer looked over Julian and waved him inside, and Julian walked into the club. It was smaller than the Glade was, and had a lot of blue neon lights everywhere. The bar was a huge C shaped structure against the far wall lit up by bright white lights. He stood near the entrance, looking around uncomfortably to see if his friends were anywhere, and it took several minutes before he finally found Ellen.

He started pushing his way over towards her, glad that there was actually room to navigate here. Ellen's eyes brightened upon seeing him, and Julian spotted a guy who'd been halfway towards Ellen sigh and turn around. He had to hide a smirk as Ellen came up and threw her arms tightly around his neck. She likely avoided jumping onto him due to her outfit, as such an action would almost certainly cause a wardrobe malfunction.

Ellen wore a skintight pink bandage dress with a wide cleavage down to like her stomach. It bared the inner halves of both her breasts, showing off pretty much everything other than her areolas, as well as her flat, muscular stomach. The top of it, anyway, the cleavage was obscene but it didn't go all the way down to her navel. Ellen's brown hair was sleek and shiny, pulled back in a messy bun with a couple of strands curling loose at her temples.

"You look great." Julian told Ellen as they hugged, and she smiled at him before tugging on his shirt.

"And you look exactly like you did this morning at the precinct." Ellen retorted, and Julian gave a shrug.

"I don't have clubbing clothes." he said truthfully.

"I know, I know." Ellen rolled her eyes. "Now, let me buy you a happy birthday shot while we wait for your hot cop partner."

Julian opened his mouth to protest, but Ellen grabbed his hand and yanked him forwards with her werewolf strength. No playing around tonight, he thought amusedly. He was led by the hand to the bar, and Ellen lifted her other hand to wave over the bartender. Julian glanced to his left, and saw the guy on the other side of Ellen was looking down, ogling her thick toned ass that was dramatically shown off by Ellen's bandage dress. He cleared his throat, and the guy jolted, looking guilty as Julian fixed him with a glare. He melted away into the crowd, and Ellen looked up at Julian with a wry look on her face.

"Really?" Ellen asked him with an exasperated shake of her head.

"I'm not just going to let him eyefuck you, Ellie." Julian shrugged, and Ellen snorted, but she looked slightly pleased as the bartender came over.

Ellen hastily ordered three shots, and Julian took the opportunity to look around for Abigail. He didn't see her, but he also almost never saw her outside of work clothes, so he didn't fully know what she would be looking like tonight. Ellen elbowed him hard, and he looked back towards the bar.

"No sign of her?" Ellen called over the music, and Julian shook his head.

"That means you have to take her shot!" Ellen grinned.

"You should have just ordered two." Julian groaned, but Ellen shook her head, smiling brightly as she picked up one of the three shot glasses. Julian grabbed the second, and they clinked them together.

"Happy birthday, Jules!" Ellen whooped, then they both set their shots down on the table and knocked them back. Julian groaned, shaking his head as the burning sensation of the tequila went down his throat.

"You and fucking tequila." Julian coughed, but Ellen just giggled and slid him the third shot.

"Getting him drunk already?" an amused voice asked, and Julian turned to see Abigail walking up. To Julian's amazement, Abigail was wearing a dress. It covered much more of her body than Ellen's did, but it was still a big change of pace from the sensible blouse and slacks he always saw her in at work. Abigail was in a white dress that went about halfway down her thighs and hinted at some cleavage from her medium-sized breasts. Also of note, her blonde hair was flowing freely down her shoulders, quite a rarity. She wore green eyeliner to compliment her pretty green eyes, and she smiled at Julian when their eyes met.

"Actually, this one's for you." Julian said in relief, handing the shot over.

"If you'd been a minute later, I would have gotten Jules to drink it." Ellen lamented.

"It's still yours if you want it." Abigail said, proffering it to Julian, who shook his head.

"All yours." he assured her. Abigail snorted and knocked the shot back with ease, making Julian raise his eyebrow.

"What kind of party animal are you?" he asked, surprised.

"Some of us have lives outside of work." Abigail shrugged.

"Yeah, but I didn't think you did." Julian said incredulously.

Abigail smiled a little embarrassedly. "My sister drags me out all the time. I guess I got used to it."

"Your sister sounds like a fun woman." Ellen grinned.

"She is." Abigail admitted. "I think you'd like her."

The song changed, and Ellen's eyes went as wide as saucers. "Jules! Dance with me."

Julian opened his mouth to protest, but he didn't have a chance to say a word before Ellen had yanked him away from the bar. Julian could have pulled free using his own werewolf strength, but Ellen seemed to be having a good time, and he was just a grouch, not a wet blanket. Ellen pulled him out onto the dance floor and then she turned around to face him, smirking at him as she began swinging her hips to the music.

Julian struggled to keep his eyes off of that enticing view, and finally he just gave up. She obviously wanted him to look, there was no reason to be afraid of doing so. As for his own dancing... well, dancing might be an exaggeration.

"You look like you're terrified to be out here." Ellen rolled her eyes and she stepped closer to wrap her arms around his neck and forced him to move around a bit. She leaned with him to the beat of the music, and Julian had to let out a laugh.

"You have got to have friends who are much better dancers to pester." Julian laughed.

"Oh, of course I do." Ellen said with a grin. "But I wanna dance with you."

There was a heat to Ellen's words, one a bit more purposeful than her usual flirtatious behavior. Julian swallowed hard as Ellen turned away from him. He looked down at her round, prominent ass as she swung it back and forth to the music. Ellen looked over her shoulder at him, her dark green eyes burning.

"Put your hands on my hips, Jules." she ordered, and disobeying her never crossed his mind. Julian grabbed Ellen by the hips, and she gave them an encouraging little wiggle as he held her. In a blink of an eye, she backed up against him so that ass pushed back against him.

"Fuck, Ellie." Julian groaned as she ground back against him, and she looked over her shoulder at him again, biting her lip. Her ass, thick and firm, felt incredible backing up against him, and the way she was grinding on him made his cock twitch traitorously. This was Ellen, his best friend. They'd tried the dating thing over a decade ago, it hadn't worked out. What was she doing tonight?

Some girls, he knew, had soft, jiggly asses. That wasn't what Ellen's was. Hers was thick and firm, the result of killer genetics and lots of exercise. It felt incredible rubbing back against him, and Julian found himself groaning again, holding onto her curvaceous hips as his fellow werewolf rubbed back against him.

Julian was trying to think of something to say, but he was struggling, he had to be honest. Ellen's scent was thick in his nose, the enhanced sense of smell picking up the scent of her arousal. Werewolves were interesting that way, it was very hard to lie to a werewolf about not being turned on. Ellen could almost definitely smell it on him, and he could smell hers, even beneath the flowery perfume she wore.

"This was supposed to be a friendly- fuck- night out." Julian grunted as Ellen started rubbing her ass purposely against his now achingly hard cock. Ellen looked over her shoulder and grinned that dazzling smile at him.

"You're right..." she panted. "It's a friendly fuck night out."

The tempo of the song picked up, and while holding his gaze, Ellen started twerking her magnificent ass back against him. She seemed to delight in the grunt that burst free of his lips, and she leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her in place as he grinded into her ass now. She writhed in his grasp, but she was definitely not trying to get out of his grasp, that much was obvious.

"What about Abigail?" Julian protested weakly. "You invited her out."

"And I'm sure we'll all have a great night once you drag me into that bathroom and fuck my brains out." Ellen purred, looking up at him, her head tilting back into the crook of his neck.

———

Julian slammed the door shut behind him and turned the lock as Ellen wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him. He took his hand off the lock and wrapped both arms around Ellen, lifting her up. Her legs wrapped familiarly around him, and he heard her heels knock together in her eagerness to do so. Julian reached up with his right hand while cradling her ass in his left, holding her aloft. His right hand found the ponytail holding her messy bun up and he pulled it out, letting her long brown hair spill down her shoulders. Ellen broke from the kiss to shake her head, sending her hair cascading everywhere as she took her arms away from his neck and pulled the straps of her dress aside, letting them fall down her shoulders.

Her large, tanned breasts were revealed to Julian, and he groaned at the sight of them, his hips bucking reflexively into the heat between her legs as he admired her bosom. Her two D cup breasts were perfectly round and gorgeous, not a tanline in sight, and the brown nipples capping them off just completed the look. Ellen drew his head down to her breast, and he happily wrapped his lips around her left nipple, reveling in the sexy moans that came from her mouth.

Ellen started rolling her hips like she was riding him, rubbing her pussy against the bulge in his pants. Oh, that was another thing about Ellen. He'd never seen her wearing a bra or panties, no matter the outfit. And right now, he found that pretty damn hot. He set Ellen down, reluctantly pulling his mouth from her nipple, and she gave a whine of complaint, before his hands went to start taking off his leather jacket, and her eyes lit up. Ellen dropped to her knees without hesitation, and as Julian shrugged off his jacket, Ellen undid the button of his pants. She tugged them down his legs as Julian pulled off his shirt, ripping it open without regard for the buttons of the shirt. He tossed that aside, whereas he'd taken the time to hang his jacket on the hook on the bathroom door.

"This fucking dress." Julian groaned as he ran his hand through Ellen's loose brown waves. "You wanted to get fucked tonight, didn't you?"

"Jules, baby, I know what you like." Ellen panted, pausing between a couple of those words to lick his cock through the fabric of his boxers. "And you love my tits, and you love my ass. So I figured I'd show them off to you, as a little birthday treat."

"I'm that fucking obvious, am I?" Julian grunted as Ellen pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. Ellen cooed delightedly, completely ignoring Julian's words. Julian looked down at the view before him, and it just made his cock throb more as Ellen brushed the pad of her pointer finger across his sensitive head. Julian had always been pleased by the size of his cock, and Ellen seemed downright euphoric about it. Julian's cock was long and decently thick, and uncircumcised, too. Werewolves didn't do that kind of thing. Ellen leaned in with those perfect, plump lips of hers and she gave his tip a loving kiss.

"Jules, why the hell didn't we stay together?" Ellen complained, reaching up with one hand to grab his cock and begin pumping it. "I could have been getting stretched by this monster on the daily."

"You know why, Ellie, shit." Julian groaned, having to reach out and steady himself with the wall as Ellen wrapped those pouty lips around his cock. His hips bucked, sending more of his length into Ellen's welcoming mouth. Her tongue came up to cheerfully greet the visitor, and Julian swore as her tongue swirled around him like a pro. He reached out with one hand and caught a handful of her brown hair, holding it as he thrust his hips forwards. He felt it burning inside him, the beast that woke up during sex. And the beast wanted to fuck her throat.

Ellen took it eagerly, noisily gagging and slobbering all over his cock as he started thrusting in and out of her mouth. Hell, she was pushing her head forwards, making it easier and easier for him to fuck her throat. Werewolves could be downright feral during mating, and when Ellen opened her eyes and looked at him like that, he knew she was feeling it too. That burning urge to just fucking ravage something. Julian was loving the feeling of her mouth, but his animal urges knew it wasn't a pussy. He shuddered and growled before he finally had to give in. Ellen seemed like she'd been waiting for it all along because when he used his grip on her hair to yank her head off his cock, she stood up at once.

Julian watched with his cock throbbing as Ellen kicked her heels off, stepping down onto her bare feet. She let that damn dress fall to the floor and she kicked it thoughtlessly aside, standing before him fully nude. Julian surged forwards, catching Ellen by the waist and lifting her up. He slammed her back against the wall and made her moan as he slammed all the way inside her without pause. A cry of delight rose up from Ellen's throat, and she howled in pleasure as he started pounding her with everything he had. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper into her with every thrust as her arms went around his neck.

This, finally, was what he had been dying for. The soaked, velvety feeling of Ellen's pussy embraced his cock like an old lover, and she clung to him as he brutalized her pussy. She was perfectly capable of taking it, but each time he slammed his cock into her needy pussy, he heard the tiles on the wall cracking. Ellen threw her head back, smacking it against the wall as well, but she never even slowed down. She was rolling her hips like a woman possessed, trying to get him deeper inside her by sheer force of will. Her tits were bouncing and swinging like mad as she took his cock, and the view was intoxicating.

"Fuck! Jules!" Ellen shrieked. "Fuck yes!"

"You feel so fucking good, Ellie." Julian rasped, and Ellen surged forwards to capture his mouth in a kiss as he kept pumping his cock into her. He picked up a good rhythm, pulling in and driving back into her as his cock pulsed angrily inside her pussy.

Her whole body trembled at the feeling of it, and she kept moaning into his mouth as he fucked her. Julian spun away from the wall, dimly aware of the sound of tiles dropping to the floor that had been pinned by Ellen's sweaty back. He set her down and she didn't need any instruction to turn towards the sink, brace herself on the edges of it, and bend over for him. Julian smacked that thick ass with everything he had, and Ellen arched and moaned as the crack of his hand against her cheek rang through the small bathroom.

He grabbed his cock with one hand and reached out for her hip with the other. Ellen wiggled her ass eagerly, and that was all the enticing he needed to push forwards. His cock throbbed happily at being back inside Ellen, and he reached out to grab her other hip. Holding her by those damn curvy hips of hers, Julian started slamming into Ellen, loving the view of that fantastic ass rippling. His hips slammed into it with every thrust, and he loved watching it bounce as he ravaged her. The sound of her tits smacking together as she got fucked was audible to Julian's enhanced ears, but how he managed to hear anything over Ellen's lewd moaning was a mystery.

She was moaning like she was in heat, and Julian was loving the sounds of her. "Jules!" she begged, pushing her ass back into him in sync with his thrusts forward.

"You're taking this so fucking good." Julian growled, and he spanked her again, enjoying the little yelp that escaped her plump lips. She had the kind of lips that girls were jealous of, and he loved watching them contort into moans in the bathroom mirror. Her green eyes were dark with desire, her hair was a fucking mess from how he'd been yanking it about, and watching those tits bounce was just as heavenly as watching her ass clap.

Julian could feel his inevitable explosion drawing near, but the burning animal instincts inside him refused to let him slow down for even a second. He heard a kind of shattering sound, and Ellen muttered some profanity, but he couldn't see what had happened, and to be frank, he didn't give a fuck. He spanked Ellen's fat ass again as he took on a whole new level of speed. Trying to keep up a rhythm was fully out the window, he was just stuffing Ellen with his cock as fast and as hard as he could. Ellen's body seemed permanently arched in pleasure, and her breathless moans were becoming increasingly frantic.

"I'm gonna fucking cum in you." Julian panted. "I'm so close, Ellie."

She looked back over her shoulder at him, and his cock twitched at the wanton, unabashed lust written across her flushed, sweaty face. "Fill me up!" she pleaded. "Shoot your hot load inside me."

Julian drove all the way into her, and he moved his hands so he was gripping her round ass as he released inside of her. Deep pleasure coursed through Julian as he felt ropes of cum shoot out of the tip of his cock. Ellen's own body started spasming halfway through Julian's release, and he adjusted his arms to wrap around her waist, holding her in place as she writhed in his grip. His cock gave one last spurt, and Julian let out a relieved sigh as he held Ellen through the crest of her orgasm.

"Fuck, Ellie." Julian panted as she leaned back against his chest, breathing hard. She turned to face him, looking tired but delighted.

"Jules, that was so good." Ellen exclaimed. "We should have fucked years ago."

She giggled, which set her tits to jiggling, a view that drew Julian's gaze. Julian pulled his cock out of her, and Ellen leaned forwards to nuzzle against his chest, inhaling his scent.

"It was really damn good." Julian agreed as he wrapped the gorgeous werewolf in his arms. Then his eyes widened as he looked over at the sink over her head, and he had to laugh.

"Did you break the sink?" Julian chuckled, looking at the broken porcelain of the sink.

"You were fucking me too good." Ellie complained, her cheeks red. "I lost control of my strength."

Julian laughed, and he kissed the top of her head, enjoying how she nestled up against him.

"Soooo... we're gonna do this again after tonight, right?" Ellen asked hopefully, looking up at him.

"We'll see." Julian said, still breathing hard. "It was a hell of a birthday gift though."

"Wasn't it?" Ellen beamed.

Julian looked around the bathroom, at the clothes they'd thrown around, at the tiles they'd broken on the wall, and the sink that Ellen practically ripped the sides off. "Fuck, we need to get out of here quick before anyone wonders how the hell we did this to the bathroom."

"In a minute." Ellen huffed. "You're lucky I can still stand."

"You're a werewolf, I think you'll be alright." Julian laughed.

"You would have split a human girl in half with that thing." Ellen giggled, and she finally let go of him to pick up her dress. Julian looked around for his boxers and started pulling them on while he watched Ellen shimmy back into her dress, tits bouncing wildly the entire time.

"Ellie, there's, uh... you're dripping." Julian pointed, and Ellen looked down to see a line of Julian's cum dripping down her thigh.

"Oops." she said, and reached down with a finger to scoop it up, then she popped her finger into her mouth, sucking it very suggestively. "We taste good together, Jules."

She shot him a wink as he was getting dressed, making him laugh and shake his head.

"Wonder if your cop friend went home." Ellen asked idly.

"I hope not." Julian said, shrugging on his shirt, though several of the button holes had ripped when he yanked it off. He did what he could, but it was definitely not perfect. "If she did though, it's your fault."

"I'm aware of that." Ellen said with a smirk.

Julian shook his head as he grabbed his brown leather jacket off the hook and shrugged it on. Ellen stepped up to him, and Julian wrapped an arm around her waist as he unlocked the door and opened it. On the other side of the door stood a young man who was probably freshly 21. His eyes went first to Ellen, who was back to flaunting incredible cleavage, and then his gaze moved past her to the broken tiles on the bathroom wall.

"All done." Ellen said, grinning wolfishly at the young man. Julian shook his head and yanked Ellen away.

"What the fuck?" he heard the young man exclaim as he stepped into the bathroom and probably saw the sink Ellen had ripped apart.

Ellen devolved into giggles, leaning against Julian as he went looking for Abigail.