Chapter 21

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-Later that evening

Aella POV

At home I'm sitting at the kitchen table with papers spread out everywhere, and a tall cup of coffee in my hand. On the end of the counter near the coffee pot is a small flat tv screen. I have it on for background noise while piecing together the puzzle in front of me. Nick was showering for the night. Ollie laying at my feet. Between making notes and googling information on my phone, I didn't hear Nick walk up behind me. His hands came to my neck and I spun around with my elbow out so it caught him in the face. My pencil in my hand ready for stabbing, and then I realize it's Nick.

Oh fuck!

Nick POV

"AHH! ….Fuck Aella what the hell was that?" I yell, stumbling sideways. I stand, prodding my cheek.

She jumps off the chair and comes to me, getting on her toes to kiss my cheek where her elbow connected.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry.." she said between kisses. "I didn't hear you! I was focused on this shit and your hands went to my neck and it didn't mix well.

I turned to her, catching her lips on mine, instead of my cheek.

"Hey, it's okay. It didn't really hurt…surprised me more than anything else." I chuckle.

She continues kissing me, with a sad whiny noise coming from her throat. I look down at her, confused.

"What's wrong, what have you put together so far?" I ask her, and she walks to the table and crosses her arms, sighing.

"This…it's so much. This guy has so many connections. They don't make any sense at all with the women or children who get reported missing until the bodies are found and an autopsy is done. The only thing linking his victims is the specific way he kills them. Thing is, he's never left his house since his release 3 years ago. Who's bringing him his victims? Where is he getting his income from to keep up with his fucking mansion? And again, who the hell is tattooing him?" she says, her frustration building. She turns to me with a slightly confused tone, "And why do I feel like I'm the only one asking these questions?"

I hug her from behind and kiss the top of her head.

"Maybe this will be a good fit for you afterall. You see connections and potential further than those experienced federal agents, and that's gotta account for something. And your gift of being able to feel their emotions? That's gold. You're fucking smart and tough as a bee. They'll soon see how special you are, especially if you're the major badge behind this bust."

She turns around to look at me, her eyes soft.
"That's the nicest fucking thing anyone has ever told me." She says with a small smile. "Maybe I'll be like you and get blooded!" she laughs…and suddenly freezes, looking up at me for a few seconds.

She runs back to the table with the papers, foraging for something. She finds one, and holds it up. She turns back to look at me…

"What's this?" I ask her.

She walks over holding a picture. It's a blurry photo of a street in a rough part of town. Several people are crossing the street, a car is turning. I'm not sure what to focus on.

"uh….what am I looking for in here.."I ask her. She looks at the photo, and points to a spot on the right. I take a closer look and I see a younger kid talking to an adult that's wearing orange and black.

"Okay…" I say, more as a question than an understanding.

She says, still pointing: "look, that's a foogteeth jersey." She looks back at me, expectantly.

I nod at her, still waiting for her explanation.

"Babe. Fogteeth is Dorghu's shit. Dorghu knows every single person and errand boy that is connected to any of his soldiers and runners. If anyone in the city wearing orange and black is talking to someone, Dorghu knows about it, and he knows who it is. YOU have a connection with Dorghu. You can call him and see who the fuck that soldier is talking to. I've seen this little boy in other surveillance photos leading back to Red." she says, going back to the table looking at the photo again.

I pull my phone out of my pocket immediately, reminding her that she's a genius.

An hour later I get off the phone with Dorghu. We've put together a plan that I think Aella would support. I look at my watch and see that it's past 10pm. The papers are still spread around the table, but she's not in the dining area. I turn the light off and make my way to the bedroom. As I walk in, i see her laying on the bed in a t-shirt and shorts. She stirs from hearing me come in.

"Heyyy…" she says with a sleepy smile.

"Hey love. Dorghu and I hatched a plan and I think you'll like it." I stand next to the bed, looking at her. She nods and grabs my shirt, pulling me into the bed with her.

"Good, because I haven't heard back from Kandomere so I wont hold my breath about getting to quesion that orc." She says.

She sees my face change, but before I could say anything she pulls me down and catches my lips. I return her kissing and pull her body closer to mine. I feel her hand slide to the bulge in my pants, movin her hand up and down with gentle pressure.

My breath catches in my throat and I have my hand over hers, contemplating stopping her.

She looks at me with those big round curious eyes.

That's her silent way of saying 'please'.

I feel a low growl building in my chest and her hand speeds up and finds a rhythm.

"Baby you've taken care of me. I want to do the same for you. And I want you" she says, while her eyes move down my body.

I hold her hand still for a second. "Aella, is it normal for a human to be so sexually hungry like you are?"

She laughed hard at my question and I didn't understand why. She then explained herself, not a bit apologetic. However, the guys at work have said that having a woman who wants sex all the time is both a blessing and a curse.

Is THAT what Ward meant?

Her mouth moves to my neck and she continues rubbing my cock through my jeans. My cock grows, making my pants tight.

I groan out of the pressure of jeans suppressing my growing erection. But I know if I remove my jeans, Aella will take advantage.

I wish she'd wait just one more week…don't fuck it up and ruin her surprise!

I hear small moans coming from her mouth as she kisses my neck. She stops rubbing my cock and she sits on it. After adjusting herself, she starts grinding on me and continues licking an nipping at my neck.

"Let me give you head. It will give me the chance to know what I'll be getting myself into, and I want to hear you moan." She whispers.

The image of her mouth on my cock caused spurts of electricity to shoot straight to my cock.

I didn't even have to say anything, I knew she was in tune with what im feeling.

She plants a kiss on my lips and moves down, getting on her knees between my legs. She works on unbuttoning and removing my pants. I help her get my pants off, but I hesitate at my boxers.

I'm suddenly nervous and she looks up immediately.

"Don't be nervous baby, it's just me." She whispers.

Easier said than done. I might be about to ruin your life..

I let go of my boxers and she looks at me, waiting for me.

"If you don't want to do this, I won't push." She says in a gentle voice.

I sigh, "Nah. I'm just not used to someone being SO interested in me. Actually WANTING me. Believe me, I don't have a problem with it…I'm still adjusting. You're intense." I smile at her.

She sits back on her legs, focused on me: "Should I back off a bit?"

Logically, my answer should be yes….but the thought of her NOT being intense would be terrifying.

"Oh, God no. I didn't mean that as if it made me uncomfortable." I chuckle at her, causing her to smile. "Don't mind me, I'm still a bit new to this. When you and I are ready to finally make love like I want to, it isn't going to be while you're stressed out or working on a case."

She looks at me confused, "well what else would I be doing?"

"Wouldn't you rather do that at the end of a slow, lazy, relaxing, rainy day?" I ask her.

She freezes, looking at me in disbelief.

"Um, hell YES?" she says.

I nod, "yea see, I know. I know what you like and what you deserve. Trust me, be patient with me and it will be so worth it.

She shakes her head, a smile on her face. "Where did you come from, Nick?"

I'm a bit confused by her random question but as soon as I start to answer it, she laughs.

"It was rhetorical, you aren't supposed to answer that you boob." she laughs. Suddenly her face drops and she's instantly serious. "Now take off your boxers."

"Excuse me…" I say, not serious. "…But do you have a warrant? I can't let you in without a warrant…."

Her head tilts to the side a bit, her eyes squinting. She crawls up until she's over me, her loose hair falling over our heads like a natural curtain hiding us.

"Okay. You want a warrant?…Here, I've got your warrant."
She sits up so her ass is in my lap. She pulls her shirt off over her head, revealing her tits.

Her hands slowly roam her body, her eyes closed. She gently massages her tits with her hands, her head tilted to the side. Her hair falls over her shoulders and her mouth gently falls open as her head tilts back. She starts to grind on me, moaning.

I feel my pants tighten rapidly, the room suddenly warm.

My hands find her hips and shes rocking in steady movements, her moaning getting a little louder.

She moans my name and grabs my hand. She slides it up her body to her thoat..then her face and she slides my thumb in her mouth and sucks it.

This is the best tease I've ever seen. She definitely knows how to get what she wants.

Her moans go from fake and teasing to real moans when she feels my cock completely hard under her. Her grinding becoming more intentional, her moans genuine. The hand still on her hip pulls her down against me, my other hand goes to her throat to hold her still as I push up and grind against her. I slide my hand down from her throat to her chest..gently palming her tits.

My phone rings…

Before I could reach over to turn it off, she grabs my hand.

"Answer that phone and I will fuck your life up." She says, not missing a beat. I freeze, staring at her.

She has no idea how close she is to convincing me to make her surprise plan Z, while plan A through B is me tearing that ass up like she wants right here on this little ass bed.

I slide my hand to the back of her neck and bring her mouth to mine, resuming my grind against her while my phone keeps ringing. She breaks the kiss and moves down between my legs again. I help her slide my boxers off and I catch her brief moment of awe before she brings her lips to my swollen tip, no doubt, no hesitation.

After a few kisses she parts her lips with my cock, sliding her mouth down as far as she could before I completely filled her mouth. I release a combined growl and moan feeling her hot mouth around my cock. I slide my hand into her hair, and she gets about halfway and comes back up for a breath. As she bobs her mouth up and down, her hands are sliding up and down the rest of my shaft. Her mouth is warmer and wetter than I expected, and I'm overwhelmed at how amazing it feels.

I grab her hair and guide her mouth, gently thrusting into her mouth. She's moaning and I can smell her wet sex.

"Bring that pussy to me" I tell her.

She sits up and turns her body, swinging her leg over my chest so her pussy is in my face. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her pussy to my mouth. I admire how delicious she looks and her mouth is bobbing my cock again. I french kiss her pussy and push my tongue in as deep as I could.

Her muffled moan almost sounds whiny, like she's begging. I start sucking her and focus on the warm slick sides of her mouth moving up..and down…her tongue swirling around when she's at the tip.

I feel a growl building in my belly and it's starting to crawl south. She starts sucking while bobbing her head and I can't focus on eating her because of how fucking good her mouth feels. I push a finger in and move it around in her, while my thumb massages her clit. She grinds against my finger and she's suddenly very wet, her grinds getting harder and faster. I imagine being inside her and if it could possibly feel better than her mouth. I feel a tug….

"Aella, I'm gonna cum" I tell her, exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding. I get my hand out of her hair so she can lift her head…but she doesn't. She stays, still grinding even though my hands are now gripping her thighs

She bobs faster and tightens her hand a little. "Fuck.…I'm coming" I feel the tug in my balls and her hand coddles them while still sucking me. She pushes deeper and I feel myself coming into the back of her mouth, her throat vibrating from her moans.

I finally release my breath in pleasure, sounding more like a growl than a moan.

I see her pussy shiny with juices. I shove my middle finger into her and curl my finger down over and over quickly until I feel her walls pulse around my finger, suddenly very gushy. Her head lays on my thigh, as sher legs gently convulse and melt over me as she screams in pleasure. After several more seconds she calms and her body relaxes. She's laying down completely now, body on top of mine. We both just lay there, catching our breaths. The only things I hear is her breathing, and rain hitting the windows. I look down at Aella and her eyes are closed.

"Babe…." I say softly

"Hm?" she says, her eyes looking at me, sleepy.

"Did I hurt you?" My hand slides over her cute little curve of her ass.

She shakes her head and closes her again, smiling.

"Okay I need something to drink." She responds by rolling off my leg and curling up with the blankets.

I slide my boxers back on and walk down the hall to the kitchen, Ollie walking with me.

As I walk back into her room with a bottle of water, a thought crossed my mind. More of a realization.

Humans didn't have to say anything for me to know what they were thinking. Their faces and actions tell all. Aella didn't hesitate at all earlier. She didn't think about out.

She sits up, eyes blinking slowly from being heavy: "What's wrong Nick?" she says, asleep also on her voice. She reaches for the water and I hand it to her.

"Nothing I just…I realized something. You don't look at me like I'm an animal. You don't treat me like a lesser person, or some inferior creature. You don't ask stereotypical questions. You don't mock my personality or abilities as an orc, or a cop." I explain to her.

She comes up to breathe after drinking a third of the bottle, answering my question.
"Well, no shit. I'm not an asshole." she says, laughing.

"Yea I know. It's just refreshing. It's so much easier to be myself around you." I tell her.

I sit on the bed and she flops over onto the mound of pillows, cuddling herself into them.

I switch off the lamp next to her bed. By the time I lay next to her and pull her against me, she's sound asleep.