Forstaken by Kerri Nelson Page A

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,