Forstaken
Authors: Kerri Nelson
Evernight Publishing
Copyright© 2012 Kerri Nelson
ISBN:
978-1-927368-65-7
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is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any
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dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
To my own
And with special thanks to Teri Anne Stanley
for your winning idea on the
Preternatura
blog.
Hope you like my over-the-top cowboy, vampire
sleuth.
FORSTAKEN
Kerri Nelson
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
The sweet smell of her was an elixir to Byron’s
soul. It made him think of the saltwater taffy they’d purchased on their trip
to
they’d fallen in love.
“Are you going to sleep down there?” Nadia’s
voice brought Byron back to the moment. He lifted his head from the tender skin
of her bare thigh. Gazing up at his lover, he smiled.
“No, just enjoying the moment.”
Nadia returned the smile.
“We’ve got to get ready for the team car wash.” Nadia
slithered out of bed but turned to plant a delicate kiss on Byron’s forehead
before dancing over to the closet.
Byron turned over on his back and stared up at
the ceiling. As the captain of the university’s cheerleading squad, it was
essential for Nadia to attend various fundraising efforts throughout the spring
semester. He’d watched her try everything from selling energy bars to creating
a sexy cheerleader calendar, but this car wash idea had been hers alone.
Personally, Byron would rather stay in bed on
this lazy Saturday morning with his head or his cock buried between Nadia’s
legs getting lost in her over and over again. But when you loved someone you
sometimes had to do things you didn’t want to do, like stand on the sidelines
while she strutted her stuff at a bikini car wash.
Byron groaned inwardly at the thought of her
spending the day getting ogled by horny frat boys.
“Should I wear my leopard print bikini top or my
polka dot top?” Nadia asked as she held each top up to her full bosom and
observed herself in the mirror.
Byron studied his lover’s gorgeous body. From
her long black hair that fell in ringlets over her shoulders down to the curve
of her spine just above her perfect ass. Then there were her toned legs. They
had such a beautiful chiseled shape it was as if Peridito himself had carved
them out for one of his statues.
His stomach suddenly rolled at the thought of
Peridito. He hadn’t thought about him for years. He was from another life, and
he tried never to think of that life.
“Hello! Earth to Byron,” Nadia sang out.
Byron refocused his sights on one adorable,
pouting girlfriend and smiled.
“The leopard print. Definitely.”
Nadia smiled and continued her earlier dance
toward the bathroom.
Byron heard the water start in the shower and
took a quick glance at the clock. There’d be plenty of time for a little
rendezvous in the shower. This day might not be totally wasted after all.
****
Byron opened his mouth and let the water hit his
tongue. His hands braced on either side of the shower stall, as a smooth, slick
body pressed against him from behind. Nadia’s hand between his legs was doing
some purely magical stroking.
He allowed the water from the oversized
showerhead to enter his mouth and flow down his throat. He didn’t need to
swallow it. He could breathe it. Any other time, he might be concerned Nadia
would notice the strange behavior, but at the moment his lover was otherwise
occupied.
Nadia nudged him until he turned to face her. She
sank to her knees placing her mouth around him and began suckling sweetly on
Byron’s rock hard cock, and one hand was cupping his aching balls. He closed
his eyes and lost himself in the intensity of the sensations. The water burning
his lungs, the steam filling his nostrils, the pull of her lips against his
tightened shaft and the gentle tug of his sac. For just a moment, he let go of
all control. Then a free fall into ecstasy commenced from which there was no
return.
He spewed forth the come deep into her throat as
his head jerked back in convulsive oblivion.
When he’d emptied himself, he looked down to see
her beautiful face misted with water, glowing up at him with love and desire.
“Now it’s your turn, sweet girl.” Byron cooed at
her. Nadia stood, turned and bent over, placing her hands at the back of the
stall and proffering up her firm ass for the taking. Byron bent to the
delicious task as he placed his tongue at her crevice and begin to swirl it
around the tight ring of Nadia’s ass. Every push of his tongue was followed by
his thumb penetrating her tender pussy.
With the rhythmic dance of his tongue and thumb
pushing Nadia closer and closer to her own release, Byron’s heart surged with
love and longing. He often wished he could get closer to Nadia. Deeper inside
her, more intimate, more complete, he wanted all of her.
His tongue surged deeper, and his thumb pushed
more frantically as he tasted the dark depths of Nadia’s source.
A sudden clenching of her ass told Byron she was
close. He closed his eyes and summoned the previously inhaled water from his
lungs. With a single breath he sent the water gushing inside her. That was the
trigger she needed to push past the brink. She screamed out and Byron held her
steady as she rode the waves of pleasure. This particular ability of his had
come in handy more than once, and today was no exception.
Afterward, they stood together under the water,
kissing with open mouths and racing hearts. Making love was always like this
with Nadia.
****
Nadia handed Byron a towel and then turned to
swipe a hand over the fogged bathroom mirror.
“You’re very bad. I can’t be late to my own
event.”
Byron chuckled as he toweled off his shoulders
and back and then propped one foot up onto the side of the tub. As he leaned
down to dry his leg, he noticed a few curved protrusions along his muscular
thigh. They were the shape of semi circles and perfectly patterned.
“Oh, shit.” He quickly wrapped the towel around
his waist and hot-footed it out of the bathroom. His heart was pounding. He
suddenly couldn’t find breath in his lungs.
“Are you okay?” Nadia called out from the
bathroom but didn’t follow.
Byron’s mind raced.
What the fuck was going on?
“Fine, fine. Just realized how late it was.” He
called back over his shoulder as he scuttled through the apartment, his damp
feet leaving a trail behind him as he trotted into the kitchen to take a look
at the calendar on the fridge. Today was Saturday, the tenth of the month, and
the eleventh had a bright red circle around it. The circle he’d drawn there
over two years ago when he’d purchased the set of calendars in advance.
At a time when two plus years seemed so far
away. At a time when he wasn’t madly in love with Nadia Baronova. But now, in
less than twenty-four hours he’d be forced to return home, never to return.
Chapter Two
An hour later, Byron sat at the table collecting
money from overeager college boys who were happily paying for the reasonably
priced pleasure of watching bikini-clad cheerleaders scrub their cars and
trucks.
Since the realization had hit him this morning
he’d been struggling to concentrate on anything other than his impending doom. Suddenly
he was overtly aware of everything around him. Sounds seemed louder; smells
seemed stronger; and he could all but feel the moon shifting into its full
phase.
Tonight, at midnight, his final flux would begin,
and then the end of his life as he knew it. It was time to return home. Return
to war.
“Are you sure you feel okay?” Nadia’s face came
into view as she wrapped her arms around Byron’s neck and whispered in his ear.
Byron nodded. How would he ever explain his need
to suddenly disappear? Maybe he’d leave a note. His stomach clenched at the
thought of the pain he’d surely cause her.
Nadia didn’t seem convinced, but she returned to
her car washing duties after sharing a quick peck on the cheek. Other public
displays of affection were restricted because their relationship would be
problematic if discovered. Byron was the clinic physician for the university
and as a member of the staff was strictly forbidden from fraternizing with
students. Byron thought this rule, among other human rules, were utterly
ridiculous. They were all adults, and why two consenting adults couldn’t choose
to have a relationship wasn’t entirely clear to him.
