Psionics: Dagger & James Page 2

  “I only found out you knew about Psions ten minutes ago.” She has a point. I relax my grip and try to calm my breathing. I am her soul mate. I did have a strange first reaction to her. Was that the imprinting? It has to have been. I had never been at peace like I had then, for a short while. Well, until the lust kicked in. I have never felt lust like this either. If she told me now she wanted vanilla sex, I would do it and I never would have thought myself capable. That is some powerful shit.

  Thankfully she seems to like kink. She wants me to spank her. Oh, god damn. My dreams have come true.

  “I am spanking your ass as soon as we finish up for the day.” I tell her as I pull out into traffic. She moans and starts squirming in her seat. She likes the idea.

  We get to the park and already Graham is passed out and Forest is nowhere to be seen.

  “Do you know about their gifts?” I ask as we walk up to the van. I can hear Graham awakening and starting to talk.

  “No.” She shakes her head as she tries to see into the van.

  “Graham is Psychometric. He can touch an object and know it's complete history and things that happen surrounding the object. Handy with missing persons. Forest can talk to animals. That's where he is now, talking with any animal he can find.” She smiles.

  “They have some cool gifts.” she says. I lead her over to van.

  Graham looks at each of us.

  “He rammed into her driving a late model pickup truck. He is the guy the girls described, he is the bouncer. He leaned in and covered her mouth with a cloth. She tried to fight him, but the chloroform kicked in too quickly. Another guy shows up and touched the door to take her. He paid the man and asked if she was a virgin. The customer wants a virgin, he told the bold man. He said she was and the guy picks her up and I lose the connection.” Graham is quiet for a moment.

  “They are going to sell her for her virginity.” We all shake our head at the travesty. My woman is typing into her tablet. Fuck, my woman. I love the sound of that. She turns the tablet to face Graham.

  “Is this the second guy?” Graham looks at the screen and nods his head.

  “Yes, who is he?”

  “A Russian by the name of Alexander Babikov. He is known in the skin trade. If he is working with these kidnappers then this just went from bad to worse.” Oh shit. I have heard of the guy. He is known for being ruthless and uncaring. A true sociopath. Fuck. Graham hangs his head. Shit, this is his friend. I pat him on the shoulder.

  “We will find her. We haven't failed yet to find a missing person.”

  “Really?” Hope asks. I feel myself straighten up with pride. I am proud of our little group. It is true though. I know it offers very little comfort to Graham. We have often found them when it was too late. He also knows that time is not on our side. It has been twelve hours since the kidnapping.

  “Absolutely.” I say. She smiles at me and I find my own smile answering hers, even in the dire situation.

  “Impressive.”

  Oh baby, you haven't seen anything yet. I think at her.

  “I heard that.” She says. My jaw drops. Oh crap, I did that on purpose. It was almost like I knew what to do. Like I had done it a million times.

  I can push thoughts at you. She smiles and grabs my hand. She jumps up and down like a kid in a candy store. I kiss the top of her head.

  “See just more proof.” I want to kiss her so damn bad but I don't want our first kiss to have an audience. I tell the guys that I need to write up my report. I tell them to call me if Forest finds anything. Before we make it to the car we hear Forest cry out. I am running as fast as I can before the sound can even echo. I find him at the edge of the treeline. Dagger is crouched down beside him and Graham is behind Dagger.

  “They plan to sell her virginity, my One.” Forest keeps yelling out. Oh god no. Fuck, If this is Forest's One, there isn't a place for these fuckers to hide. This just went beyond personal. Now, the men that are involved are going to be in a world of hurt. Every Psion on earth will be gunning for them. I would never fuck with a Psion.

  I look over at Hope. She has tears running down her cheeks. I pull her into me and wrap my arms around her. My baby is soft and sweet. I love that. If someone ever fucks with her they are a dead mother fucker. I don't care if I lose my job or go to jail. It would be worth it. I know my sweet baby is tough though. She tracks down the worst criminals.

  “It's okay baby.” I tell her as I rub her back.

  “No it's not. Forest could lose his One. I have never felt this connected to a case and it scares me.” I love that she is so kind. I could not handle another crazy woman. So far she is absolutely perfect for me. I talk to Forest and Talon for a few more minutes. They plan to keep searching. I tell them to call with any leads. No matter how small they think it may be.

  I lead her over to my car and open the door for her to get in. I sit her in the seat and lean in and kiss her softly on the lips. I can taste the saltiness of her tears and still it is sweet. I pull back before I can get carried away, and I could, easily.

  “Come home with me.” I ask. I have to have her to myself for a while.

  “I need to go by the precinct but then I want you all to myself.” She looks up at me and smiles.

  “Okay.” I jump up and around the car. She laughs. I could care less. I am fucking the shit out of her tonight. My cock is hard and leaking. She has no idea what I have in store for her tonight. I have dreamed of finding a natural submissive who can be strong outside the bedroom and mastered in the bedroom. I know she will fit the bill perfectly.

  We get to the precinct and I invite her in so she can meet the chief. We have only in there for a few minutes before we have drawn a crowd. I introduce her to everyone and many of the guys blatantly hit on her. I have to growl at a few of them to back off. She thinks that shit is funny. Let's see how funny it is when those men are hobbling around on crutches. I take her in to the chief's office.

  “Hey Brennan. Is this the FBI agent, sent to help us with this case?” The chief is acting a little off. I can't put my finger on how.

  “Yes sir, this is Hope Fallen. Hope, this is the chief.” She is glaring at him.

  “Chief, I was going to update you on the case.” She steps on my foot. I look at her.

  “We have nothing new to add at this time. We will be following up on leads tomorrow.” She says. I just look at her for a moment. She is obviously not wanting to share any information with him. I play along.

  “If they pan out I will let you know immediately.” I know that is something he would expect to hear from me.

  “Did the Windwalker group help?” He asks.

  “Not much to go on.” Damn it, I hate lying to the Chief.

  “All right keep me up to speed.” He says and looks at Hope.

  “It was nice meeting you Hope.” He says. She gives him a stiff nod.

  We get out to the car and I have to know what the hell is happening.

  “What was that about?” I ask her as I pull out of the parking lot.

  “Your chief is dirty. I don't know how dirty, but I will find out.” She says. My hand tightens around the steering wheel again. Fuck, what is happening to my city?

  “What did you hear in his head?” I ask her. I find it hard to believe. If this came from anyone other than Hope, I would not have believed it.

  “Let's just say he's not happy to have me out here.” She swallows hard and looks out the window. Shit is hitting the fan here. It is hard for me to contemplate that the chief would be involved. I know that all of mankind is capable of both good and evil. I just never thought it wold be someone I had always admired. I looked up to him. Not as a father but as a mentor.

  “I know this has to be difficult for you.” She puts her hand on my thigh. I grasp her hand and give it a light squeeze.

  “I never imagined any of this would be happening here. I really never thought the man who took me under his wing would be dirty.” I sigh at the feel of her soft skin and the en
ormity of the situation.

  “It happens everywhere and unfortunately it is spreading like an out of control wild fire. With our justice system the way it is they feel they can get away with it. Sadly, they do most of the time.” I rub my thumb across the top of her hand.

  “You sound bitter. You're supposed to be 'pro justice system'.” I can see the weariness in her eyes.

  “I think I am a little bitter. I think after this case I will see if the Windwalker's need any help.” Her talking of staying permanently has me grinning from ear to ear. I hope she is serious, I would love to have her out of danger and in my bed every night. Shit, I am moving way to fast.

  “I think they would love the help.” I pull up at my apartment and shut off the engine. I am nervous about what she will think of my place. I have it set up with all the latest BDSM devices. She is about to see just what a kinky fuck I am. I am shocked at the nervousness. I have brought many women here and never felt this way.

  I open her door and help her out. I lead her into the gate and up the stairs to the third floor. I open my door and hold it open for her. The living room looks completely normal. It has a standard couch and love seat. A big flat screen television takes up all of one wall. I have all of the things that make it homey and inviting.

  I stop just inside and pull her into my arms. I slam my lips down onto hers and pull her into my hardness. She tastes so fucking good, that my cock is jerking in my pants wanting free. I moan when her tongue starts dueling with mine. Everything about her calls to me. The light scent of vanilla and the way she tastes are so sweet. I want nothing more than to devour her for the entire night.

  Everything about her is perfect. I can't wait any longer to see how she will react. I release her lips and try to calm my racing heart. We are both panting for breath. Jesus, this is intense. I have never felt anything like it.

  I pull her behind me, down the hallway and open the heavy door to my BDSM room. I turn on the light and she gasps. Her eyes get big. So many emotions cross her face. The first is curiosity, but quickly fades into jealousy and then finally pain. Her eyes fill with tears and she turns and walks away. That floors me. I was not expecting that kind of reaction. I follow her back into the living room.

  “I can't believe you would bring me here like you do all your other women.” She backs away from me. What the hell.

  “I don't understand. I thought you wanted to come to my apartment and this is my apartment.” She backs all the way to the door.

  “I thought I meant more to you than this. I know we have only just met but I thought you felt it too.” She turns the door knob and opens the door.

  “The fact that you don't understand why this was wrong shows me you don't care for me in the same way. I am sorry I disturbed your life. Don't call me.” She walks out and shuts the door behind her. What the fuck just happened. I thought she was submissive. I guess I was wrong.

  I walk back to the toy room and look inside of it as if through new eyes. If a woman I was falling for brought me here how would I feel? Fuck, I would want to kill every man that graced this room. I would be angry that she brought me to a place as a reminder that she had fucked others there. I pull my hair. I am such an idiot. I wouldn't blame her if she fucking hated me. It would be deserving.

  I take off at a run out the door. I run down the stares and out of the gate just as a taxi pulls away.

  “Hope.” I yell. She peers out at me from the back window with tears rolling down her cheeks. It cuts into my heart seeing her like that. What have I done?

  I go back inside and back into the room. I look at the toys that I used to think were what gave me pleasure. Now just seeing them is a reminder, that all of the encounters that took place in this room, were empty. Empty and so lonely. I never connected to one of those women. The one woman I know with certainty, I could be happy with, just left and I feel more alone than ever.

  Fuck this shit. I fly into a rage. I can't help it. I hate myself in this moment more than when my dad would treat me as if I were nothing. I am not worthy of such a perfect woman. Look at how I have to spank them and cuff them to get off. I start throwing things and breaking anything I can. I don't want to ever look at this shit again. It is all empty like I had been until this morning.

  I finally snap out of it when there is a knock on my door. I go answer it. It's Dagger.

  “I came as soon as I heard. What the hell happened?” He asks and then sees my bloody hands. He pushes me out of the way and enters my apartment. My breathing is still ragged. He walks back into my toy room and looks at the destruction. He shakes his head.

  “You took her in here?” He looks over at me. I don't say a word. I just nod. He runs a hands through his hair in frustration.

  “Psions don't like any reminders of past lovers. We are extremely possessive. This probably killed her.” Tell me something I don't know. I keep seeing her face out of the back window of that taxi. The look of utter devastation. It will haunt me for the rest of my life. I just hope I can have a chance to explain. I had not thought of how she would feel. I saw it as an opportunity to see if she was truly submissive.

  “You wanted to see if she was a sub didn't you?” It is like the man can read my mind.

  “Yes.” It sounds as though I'm speaking through gravel.

  “You know most Psion women save themselves for their one, don't you?” There it is the final nail in my coffin. I fall onto my couch and groan as the weight of everything that happened comes crashing down on my head. I have always been jealous of the Windwalker guys because they have a One to look forward to. I wanted that myself. I have one and I treated her no different than I did all the women I had fucked.

  I stand up and walk into the toy room again and start picking up the pieces and throwing it all away. It has to go. I want no reminder of what I just lost because of this shit. Dagger comes in and starts helping. That is why he is my best friend.

  “You have to fight for her, you know? She can't survive without you.” Fuck. I forgot about that. I will fight for her until there is no breath left in my body. I just nod at Dagger and continue cleaning. I will give her tonight and hopefully she will see me in the morning.

  Chapter 4. Dagger

  I call Aaron as I am leaving James's house. It is almost ten in the morning. I feel like hell. I helped James clean up the mess he made and threw away the rest. I ended up falling asleep on his love seat. I am not a small man, so today I feel like I slept on a bed of nails.

  “Hey Dagger.” Aaron answers.

  “Have you seen Hope?” I ask him.

  “I have not seen any of the women. I stayed with Forest last night. Sarah says Hope showed up last night and stayed the night.” Good. At least she wasn't alone.

  “That's good.” I walk started my car.

  “Sarah wants you to call her.” That is strange. Sarah and I have never been very chatty. I like her don't get me wrong, but she is closer to Gage.

  “Alright, I will give her a call.” I back out of the parking space and pull out onto the street.

  “Don't flirt with her.” Aaron growls. They all think I am flirting when I am just being friendly. I laugh as I hang up. I dial Sarah.

  “Dagger, thank goodness. I need you to go pick up Faith from the airport. Her flight gets in at ten.” Shit, I would have to go there now.

  “Seriously? Why isn't Hope picking her up?”

  “She had things she needed to do this morning and asked if we could go. I thought I would be able to but I am having horribly bad morning sickness.” I groan. Do I even have a choice?

  “Alright, I will do it.” I hate leaving James for that long. I will call Graham and see if he can.

  Of course Graham couldn't. He just got his One back and they are having brunch with her parents. Lucky bastard. I hurry to the airport.

  Half an hour later I am standing in front of the terminal. Waiting for Faith, Hope's sister. I watch the arrivals as they exit the plane. I hope she looks like her sister so I will know
it is her. I curse Graham for having plans this morning. James needs me. We have always been there for each other. A woman steps out that looks exactly like Hope. I mean a carbon copy. Twins. I had no idea.

  She looks up and sees me. Our eyes meet and it is as though I am falling into her. A overwhelming sense of peace envelopes me. I feel as if I could get lost in her eyes and happily never return. Bliss, utterly and completely. She walks over to me and I follow her with my eyes. I can't look away even if I wanted to. She is mesmerizing with her long black hair and the sway of her hips as she walks. I am thankful as hell that Graham had plans this morning. Faith Fallen is my One.

  “Faith.” I say barely above a whisper. She smiles and puts out her hand.

  “Yes and you are?” Shit I didn't even introduce myself.

  “Dagger Windwalker. Your sister asked me to pick you up. Well not your sister exactly but my sister in law who couldn't make it..” Shit I am rambling. She giggles and I feel it travel all the way through my body.

  “I am happy to meet you Dagger. So you know you are my One?” No beating around the bush with this one. I like that. I like that a lot.

  “Yes and you are mine.” Fuck, that even sounds possessive. She sighs and wraps her arms around me. I breathe in her scent and feel myself grow so impossibly hard. Jesus, this woman has kick. She should come with a warning label, 'scent causes spontaneous erections'. The feel of her soft plush breast against my solid chest is perfection. I pull her head back and kiss her softly on the lips. Shit, so not the place. I pull back before it gets me into trouble. She trembles slightly and I nearly cum in my pants. I shit you not.

  I didn't believe the stories about the intensity between Ones. I do now. My heart is racing, I am sweating and my cock is punching out a Morris code on my zipper. It's saying let me at her. I think to myself, “Behave dick”...

  I feel as if I am a green teenager, seeing breast for the first time. I have no control over this response. It is more invigorating than frightening though. I thought Hope was beautiful but Faith is even better. I know they are identical but this one has a special spark to her. Probably because she is mine.