by Amy Robyn
Psionics
Dagger & James
By
Amy Robyn
Copyright © 2015
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Introduction
This is the fourth book in a series. I highly recommend reading them in order. This series came to me in a dream and would not leave me. It will be with me until all of the Windwalker's have found their One. I hope you fall in love with the characters as much as I have.
Table of Contents
Introduction
Table of Contents
Legal Notes
Chapter 1.
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
Chapter 6.
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
Chapter 9.
Chapter 10.
Chapter 11.
Chapter 12.
Sneak Peak
Dedication
About The Author
Other Books By (Author)
Legal Notes
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Version 2012.04.22
Chapter 1. James
I look down into empty eyes. Once an honor roll student and the son of a school teacher. Now all he is, is a dead end to a case that sickens me. It is starting to teeter out of control. The man dead on the floor was arrested five months ago for trying to use a date rape drug at a club downtown. Turns out this is the bottom man in a cluster fuck of bad guys. The top guys obviously decided he was a liability and took him out. He was killed execution style. Gunshot to the back of the head. Gruesome.
My phone rings. It's the Chief.
“Brennan.” I answer.
“FBI is sending in a expert. They want you to report directly to this agent until this case is solved.” Just fucking great. I need to babysit someone, on top of this shit storm I'm dealing with.
“When is he in?”
“Her flight will land here in an hour. You need to pick her up and help her get acclimated.” Her? What the..
“You have got to be shitting me. I don't have time to babysit. I am looking at our only lead right now, dead on the floor of a ratty motel.” Deep breath, yeah like that shit works.
“They wanted our best working with her. Do you want me to send Rodriguez instead?” Hell no. Rodriguez is an idiot that can't tie his shoes without asking how.
“No, I got it. Where is she flying in from?”
“England. She was visiting family when she got the call and sent here. She is based out of Washington D.C.” Great she sounds uptight and pretentious.
“All right, heading out now.” I hang up and look down at the victim. I will leave the rest to the crime lab, although I can already tell there isn't going to be any evidence. This was a professional. I call Dagger.
“What up brother?” Dagger answers.
“I probably won't be able to make it tonight. I have to babysit an FBI agent.” He laughs
“It's all good.” I know he only goes out because of me. Not all of us get a One. I am not a Psion. I wish I was. Things would be far more simple. I wouldn't have to worry about clingers and women only wanting a ride and not a ring. Although I haven't found one worthy of a ring either. I haven't found one that can handle my proclivities for more than one night. I am a Dominant. I know after Fifty Shades Of Grey women are willing to try it, but I haven't found one who wants it more than once. Except the “clinger” and she creeps me out. She likes it rougher than even I like to give.
I am not into choking or cutting and she loves that crazy shit. It takes me to a much darker place than I like to go. Dagger has been going with me to a BDSM club downtown. He never indulges like I do, but he is supportive and has helped me out of some sticky situations. Even there the women are curious, but not serious. I have tried vanilla relationships and found myself unfulfilled. I know I sound like a bastard but I need the control. Dagger thinks it's because of my dad. I think it is just who I am. A women will have to like it also, for us to become serious anyway.
I get to the airport before I realize I didn't even get her name. I pull out my phone to call the chief when a woman walks up to me.
“James Brennan?” She asks. Our eyes meet and things get weird.
I feel as if I am falling into her. I know it sounds crazy. It's as though neither of us are solid and when we collide our substance mixes together. We become one body and one soul. Crazy shit.
She makes this funny sound in the back of her throat. Like she is sighing and moaning at the same time.
I feel instantly calm for the first time in my life. It is the strangest feeling. As though I have known her forever.
“Yes, and you are?” She is fucking gorgeous. She has long, straight black hair that reaches the top of her pants. She has dark almost black eyes that are almost too large for her face, fringed with thick long lashes. She has lips so full and sexy she makes a man dream of thrusting his cock between them.
“Hope Fallen.” She says as she puts her hand out. I take her hand and a current runs through my body hardening my cock instantly. Fuck.
“Looks like you and I will be working together.” Shit, I can't have her. She is the FBI agent sent to work with me on the fucked up shit happening in my city. It is looking more and more like a human trafficking ring and I need all the help I can get.
“Let's get your luggage.” I step back and fist that hand, that still feels tingling from her touch. I hope it will calm my cock down. It is not getting the memo. Go down buddy this one is off limits.
Hope follows me to the luggage carousal.
“I need you to take me to get the car the bureau has for me. If that's okay?” You can tell she is used to ordering people around, but is trying not to with me. For some reason it seems to be a turn on. I am just a dominant fuck. I love her submission. Yep, leaky cock here. Getting a powerful woman to submit to me has been my biggest fantasy. I clear my throat.
“No problem.” She points to her luggage and I grab it as it comes around. Another show of her submitting. I know it can't be easy letting another carry her bags. I put my hand to the small of her back and lead her out to my car.
“Where to?” I ask as I open her door for her to climb in.
“The local office.” She says, before I shut the door. I climb in the other side. I have to know. I lean over and buckle her belt and pull it tight. Tighter than is necessary. Tight enough to give a little bite. If it hurts her I will apologize. She squeaks and then moans with a shudder. Holy shit! I am in trouble. I growl as she licks her lips. She knows now as she looks at me with those large piercing eyes. I know also. She is the submissive I have always dreamed of owning. I don't say anything else as I drive her to the local FBI office.
“There is no need to stick around. I am going to head to the hotel and unpack. Call if anything happens.” She hands me her card and I slip in into my pocket. I get out and get her luggage out for her. I can tell she wants space or I would demand that I carry her belongings for her. She is as blown away by our discovery as I am. I
pull my card out and hand it to her.
“If you need me for anything.” I leave it at that. I am scared I will voice what everything entails. I am nearly to the precinct when I get a call.
“Brennan.”
“Got another girl missing.” Chief says.
“Give me the info.” The Chief tells me all that he knows. I turn around and head to the Windwalker building.
“Email me the file.” I tell him before hanging up. I call Aaron.
“Hey James. Please don't tell me there is another one?”
I sigh “Wish I could brother. I am on my way to you. Gather the troops.” I hang up as I pull into my parking spot near the front door. There are perks to being the detective assigned to them. I get inside and everyone is already gathering. I love how quick they all are. None of us want to be too late to help these women. It has been hell on all of us.
As soon as everyone is gathered I start relaying the information from the file sent to me. I should probably call Hope in on this. I am unsure how she would handle things if she finds out about their talents. I will always protect the Windwalkers first and foremost.
The next hour proves the girl was definitely taken and not from the bar. I wish for Graham's sake that he was not friends with her. Now it has become personal. I will do anything for my brothers. They may not be brothers of the blood, but they are definitely brothers of the heart. I send out an email to get a search going for her car. My phone starts ringing almost immediately. Wow that was fast. I step out of the room to answer.
“Just found the car, in the park, this morning. I will tape off the scene and send you my report.” Roberts says.
“Thank you Roberts. Was there any sign of a struggle?” I ask him.
“There is a fucked up fender that looks new, with no rust. It hangs a little and normally it would be pulled up with wire or removed so that it doesn't drag the ground. In my opinion it look like it was just done. No way someone would be driving around with it like this.” Well that answers several questions. Looks like we finally have another lead. I hang up with Roberts, but only after telling him not to bother sticking around. We will be there as soon as possible. I call Hope. Not because I am dying to see her again. Yeah right. I give her the address and wait out front for her. I hope that she at least had enough time to unpack.
Chapter 2. Hope
I never thought that getting the call that I need to get back to the U.S for a case, would be the best thing to happen to me. Luck would have it that I am going where I planned to visit soon anyway, so that I could visit the Windwalker family. The middle son is expecting a girl and I would like to be a part of the celebration. My sister Faith is flying in tomorrow. I just hope I am not working the entire time. I got the shock of a lifetime when my partner for this case is my One.
I have never been so happy. He is beautiful. Pale hair and skin with dark brown eyes. The contrast is striking. I follow the directions the GPS gives me. I pull up at the building and notice the sign on the door. What a coincidence, it is the Windwalker Investigation firm I have heard so much about. I can't wait to meet the famous family. Well, famous among all the Psions.
James is waiting for me at the door.
“This is the group we contract with on missing persons cases.” Noticing me staring up at the building. I nod my head and follow him inside. It is typical for a Psion to work with, or for the police. It is almost a compulsion we have to want to use our gifts for good.
I am a mind reader and it comes in handy when we do interrogations. I hear their inner voices and darkest desires. My sister is a thought projector. She can put thoughts and images in someones head. She can make someone think it is a good idea to sit in the middle of traffic if she wanted to. She wouldn't because she is a sweetheart.
She refuses to use her gift often. She says it feels as if she is taking away a person's freewill when she makes them think certain things. She accidentally made a grabby boy at school think his dick would fall off if he touched her again. He nearly killed himself to get away from her. Thankfully he was a good swimmer when he jumped off the bridge they were both on. She will use the image projector but not the thoughts.
He fills me in on everything as we walk into the conference room. I am so excited to meet this family. I would have said something but humans are in the room and I am unsure if James knows.
We interview the girls that were out at the bar that night along with Graham, individually to find out what they can remember from last night. These girls are hilarious and protective of one another. You can tell they have been a unit for a long time. I like that. Perhaps I will find friends like that out here.
I am pretty sure I will be moving here since my One is a very respected detective here. I can always work with the Windwalker family. It will be nice to use my talent without hiding it from everyone I work with.
When we have finished talking to the girls and they leave all eyes turn to me.
“You're a Psion?” The one at the head of the table asks.
“Hey you guys. I knew it would be you when I saw the sign outside. We have been planning to visit. I am a Fallen, Hope Fallen. I have been looking forward to meeting Ashley.” I look around until I see the girl with little bulge to her belly. She is carrying the first female Psion in a decade. James turns me to look at him.
“You're a Psion?” He doesn't look happy about it.
“I am so glad you know and I don't have to explain later. Yes, I am a Psion.” I look at him imploringly. I do not want him to turn his back on me. I can't change what I am. I am distracted when each of them starts introducing themselves to me. They are a lovely family.
“What is your gift?” Graham asks.
“I am a mind reader.” I answer.
“Fuck, have you been reading my mind?.” James asks. He looks a little freaked out at that and a little pissed.
“I can't read your mind. I almost thought you were one of us when we met because I couldn't hear your inner voice.” I knew as soon as he looked at me why that was. He is my One and the gods bless me by keeping his thoughts silent to me. I can drop my shields around him and relax.
“Thank Fuck.” He mumbles. Now I wish I could read his thoughts, for maybe just a second. I hope they are dirty thoughts. I smile. Ashley comes over to me. She is adorable. She and James look similar yet she is dark to his light. She smiles at me and I smile back.
“You heard I was having a girl, huh?” She asks with a giggle. She rubs her little belly and grins.
“Yes I did. We are all very excited. The first girl in a decade.” She beams at that news.
“We are excited too. Is James being nice to you? If he isn't I will kick his butt for you. He is my big brother but I can still kick his butt.” She says. I look over at James who is talking to Aaron.
“He is your One, isn't he?” She must have noticed the longing on my face.
“Yes, he is.”
“Who is what?” Gage asks as he throws his arms around his wife.
“James is her One.” Gage's eyes got big.
“Holy shit. Really?” I nod my head.
“What's going on?” James says as he walks up to us.
“Uh nothing. Just talking to Hope.” Gage says. James is about to say something to him when Forest talks for the first time.
“If she was taken in the park I am going to go talk to the animals.” He walks out without saying anything else. Everyone follows him with their eyes. You can see the concern in each of their faces.
“I will go and touch the handle of her car door and see if I pick up anything.” Graham says as he stands and sits his One on her feet. They are adorable together.
“Let's all go in case Forest gets something from the animals or Graham falls on his ass and needs to be carried or healed.” Talon says. Graham rolls his eyes and flips Talon off.
“Everyone to the van.” Aaron says.
“We will meet you guys there.” James says as he leads me out to his car. He opens the door for me
again and buckles my belt. Again he pulls it so tight a moan slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. I do not have any sexual experience but I know when he is rough and forceful it turns me on. Most Psion women save themselves for their one. Me I never had sex because being able to read minds is a turn off. I kissed a guy once and he thought to himself, and of course I heard it, 'she is a good kisser but not as good as my step sister'. Or the date I went on where the guy thought of sex the entire time and not with me, but another guy. I gave up and decided waiting was best.
James growls.
“I ought to spank you for not telling me you are a Psion.” Again I moan and feel myself grow damp. Damn, now I get to walk around feeling squishy.
“You like to be spanked pretty girl.” I bite my lip hard and nod my head. I have never had it happen but the thought of this man bending me over his lap. Crap, My panties are ruined.
Chapter 3. James
“You like to get spanked pretty girl?” Fuck, why did I just ask that? She bites are sexy fucking lip and nods. My dick hardens more than ever before. I could hammer a spike through a board with it. Why am I torturing myself. She has a One out there somewhere. It would be hell to start something with her, only to have her meet her soul mate and leave me. Jesus, what has gotten in to me? I move away from her and go climb in the drivers side. I am pissed at myself for even flirting with her.
“Did I do something to make you angry?” She asks.
“No, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at myself. I know Psions have a One and I shouldn't flirt with you.” Her eyebrows pull together as though she is confused.
“I don't understand.”
“You will meet your One someday. I don't want to get involved with someone who will someday leave me for another man.” She starts laughing. What the hell is she laughing about?
“You are my One silly. It's the reason I can't read you.” My heart starts racing and I pull over to the side of the road.
“Why didn't you say something already?” I grip the steering wheel tightly to keep from grabbing her.