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My fingers gripped the sheets as I felt such pleasure build in my stomach and chest. His tongue flicked across my clit teasingly, and it felt amazing. It was wrong, it was so wrong, but I could not deny the ringing of my moist walls, my eyes closing in bliss.

"Ah." I replied weakly feeling his hands wrap around my smooth chocolate colored legs.

"You want more?" he asked and I swallowed some and looked down at the top of his blue hair, his electric white eyes, the eyes of the demons of his kind. I wouldn't answer and he gave my slit another quick lick and I groaned in response nodding. I expected his sharp teeth to cut me, but it never happened.

"Yes." I replied lightly and he crawled up my body, his chest like a stone wall against my stomach, his pecs pressing into my breasts mushing them some. He inhales sharply looking me over, his face airlessly moving over mine. Our faces were so close to touching, but they never did. His kind, my kind. So wrong, but felt so good.

"What's my name?" he asked lowly, his rough fingers sliding down my cheeks. My lips quivered in fear at his question and I sighed and closed my eyes some, our breath mixing together. "What's my name?"

"Kandomere." I responded…

Los Angeles was not safe for our kind, for their kind, for anyone's kind. We are so divided it is almost sad. I stared up at the wall of the small room I slept in. I roomed with an orc cop named Jakoby. Nick Jakoby. He is the only creature to know what I am. He doesn't judge me even though he tries to annoy me with small talk. But he was trying to be friendly while asking for nothing in return. He was looking for a roommate and with the job I had, I was more than willing to pay him. But I did warn him if he tried to take advantage of me, I would do what I had to do to restrain him. But he and I had lived together for a year, and I didn't openly admit it, but he was my best friend.

I heard a light knocking at my door and I didn't move from my spot for a while.

"Hey, O. You awake?" he asked. He always talked as if he were clumsy if that even made sense. I shot up from my bed and moved over to the door and opened it slowly and looked up at the orc. He was in his cop uniform and I tilted my head.

"I am." I replied and he looked down at me with a shy stare before pointing behind him.

"I'm heading out to work. Uh, you need anything while I am out?" he asked and I shook my head already as he spoke.

"No, Nick I am fine. Stay safe out there." I replied and he nodded.

"Of course. You too." he said and I gave a small smile.

"Thanks." I replied and he just nodded and moved down the hall. I closed my eyes and just hoped today the other cops at his job would come to respect him. He would come home so defeated sometimes, and at first, I told myself not to care, not to get too attached, but I felt that would consider me a bad person. He would let me into his world and how bad he had it from all sides of the species it seemed. He wasn't liked by other cops or orcs, not even his partner he's told me about sometime.

"Be safe." I said lowly before the front door of the house closed. I heard a beeping noise and I turned and moved over to my dresser and picked up the phone.

Montehugh: I need your talents. Car coming to your location. 1 hour.

I stared at the phone for a moment before replying with a simple okay and moving to my bathroom. It wasn't a huge bathroom, but I was not picky. Even though my family would disapprove of my living arrangements and my job, I decided to choose my own path. The room fit me and my needs and my bathroom was clean. That's what mattered. I showered and pulled on navy blue leggings and a white tank. I grabbed my grey sweater and slid on my boots and pulled my jewelry on which were a few rings and a white gold arm bracelet that had a blue gem in it. I pulled my twists back and connected the ends with some shells and beads. I heard a high-pitched honking coming from outside and I took my time in grabbing my phone and headphones. I grabbed my keys and left the house. I was staring at a line or houses across from my own.

Some of the neighbors, humans, stared at me through their windows trying to be discreet. I walked down to the black polished car. The same man from the other car rides, got out and hurried to open the door for me. It wasn't like I expected him to open the door for me. But here he was. I nodded and got in feeling as if this would be the day I asked him for his name, but today would not be that day. I buckled up and watched as other houses past the window. I plugged my headphones in my ear and just charged my body with the music I played.

First was Celine Dion and them some Mariah Carey and then a few goofy Disney songs for when I was alone. I smiled gently tuning out everything around me. I knew we were entering the city and the same route we were going to take. I was glad there was rarely any trouble in Nick's neighborhood. Even though not everyone trusted him, I was glad there was no gang violence or shootings. I was sick of the police brutality as well as everyone hurting each other to survive, to get ahead. Now there were nothing but orcs and humans.

I had never smelled air so tainted.

Normal POV

Montehugh, who usually went by Monte, was standing behind the glass door watching the orc who refused to give him or his boss any information he had on the apparent orc terrorist attack that was planning to happen. Now usually their methods seemed to work, but on humans. Orcs were a different game and they couldn't use necessary force without breaking protocol and certain orc rights. But he had someone who could help.

Kandomere smoothly excited the interrogation room and sighed sharply.

"Shit. He is a tough one to crack." he said smoothly and the large red head nodded.

"Yeah. He's one tough son of a bitch. But I have someone who is on their way and can help get all the information we need." he said. Kandomere was skeptical and looked up at Monte.

"We do not need any of your cop friends coming in and breaking bones." he reminded and Mont raised his hands and shook his head.

"Nothing like that boss. I have someone who all they have to do is just talk to a person, and they can get anything they want out of someone. They're that good." he said. Kandomere arched a perfect blue brow.

"Off the books?" he asked and he nodded. Kandomere wanted to win, almost always, so if there were ways to mildly get around the rules without major back lash or public knowledge then he would see it approved.

"She's good. For a small payment, she has come through on every assignment I have put her on." Mont replied. Kandomere looked at the window at the large orc dressed in black jeans and a white tank. His tusks were long and he had done some real danger to the community.

"Alright. Have her come in and you and I can brief her." he said, but already Monte was immediate hesitant and his face showed it.

"Yeah, that's the only thing boss. You can't be anywhere near here when she arrives." he explained. Kandomere was immediately stiff and his eyes hardened some.

"And may I ask why?" he asked stiffly. Monte shook his head around.

"Well… her species doesn't get along with yours." he explained. Kandomere was still as he just continued to look at his inferior partner.

"You think I care what an orc woman thinks of me?" he asked his tone already accusing the human of being stupid. Monte shook his head.

"She's not an orc, human or elf. She's siren. New breed." he said finally. Kandomere's body leaned back and he looked Monte over entirely.

"Oh." he replied. Long ago, over hundreds of years ago, sirens and elves were at a war of their own for land. Because sirens were considered tricksters and manipulators, elves were able to convince the humans and even orcs that they couldn't be trusted. Sirens had the voice to lure anyone into danger and death and elves used this known fact to turn the world against the sirens causing them to hide in the seas and forests. But now their breed has mutated some. Their abilities are fueled by any melody they hear and their voices can not only manipulate their victim into submission, but their screech could cause one's brain to burst within their skull.

Now siren families remain quiet and almost nonexistent, but their new mutation has caused them look like a human. But even so, elves and sirens hated each other.

"Montehugh, where did you even find a siren willing to help you?" Kandomere asked crossing his arms. Kandomere, knew the stories, he knew of the feud between the two species. But he couldn't admit that he was impressed his human partner was able to find a siren willing to help cops.

"Our paths crossed long ago. We had an agreement and things have worked out so far." he explained. Kandomere inhaled loudly before turning away.

"She can come in, but I am not going to hide myself because she can't stand the sight of me." he stated. Kandomere had his pride and he wouldn't hide for some woman. Monte sighed but nodded. A man in a black suit approached him.

"She's here." he informed before walking away. The two looked at each other giving unsure looks before moving toward the elevator. They were at their LA Magic Task Force HQ. They had private facilities everywhere to work from when anything magic related reared its head.