Thunder and Lightning

Chapter One

Immortal being Bevelyn Goitia was due a fresh start. Staying too long in one place when those around her aged and she did not called for her to uproot her life every few years and start anew. Savannah, Georgia seemed like a promising place for her to spend the next decade of her extended existence. But the dark cloud that descended upon the coastal southern town with her arrival was a bit disconcerting. The forecast declared clear, sunny summer skies, yet it had been muggy and overcast since she’d come to town three days ago and settled into the beautiful Victorian she’d just purchased.

Today had been the worst of it.

No. This very second was the worst.

Two fast-moving plumes of doom overhead were on a collision course from opposite directions. A peculiar spectacle that would baffle the local meteorologists. One that threatened to eclipse the moon and which also reminded her of the lore of her ancestors, which she’d never heeded until this very second. The mysterious storm setting in this evening hinted at an impending predicament she’d never anticipated experiencing.

Being an immortal descendant of the ancient Aztec rain god Tlaloc, she was conscious of dramatic changes in the weather, always curious of their origin. Particularly freak thunderstorms.

A disturbing thought tickled the back of her brain now as she stood in her driveway, her gaze shifting from the bleak sky to the black Mercedes that rolled to a stop next door.

Ah shit.

A quick glance back at the storm brewing overhead made her wary of her heritage. She thought about the scrolls she coveted in her personal library, all of which spoke of the alleged mystical phenomenon of Tlaloc’s effect on the weather, depending on his various lascivious moods.

Lust caused the clouds to roll in.

Desire made the thunder rumble across the sky.

Passion incited the riotous electricity that illuminated the night.

Love triggered the fat raindrops that sated the parched earth.

The embracement of these romantic emotions returned the weather to its natural state. Released the sun from its shield of clouds and let it shine bright.

Bevelyn was by no means as powerful as Tlaloc had once been, as his spirit continued to be. Nor had she ever experienced any of the four fervent emotions to the extent that she impacted nature’s elements.

Hell, in her six-hundred-plus years of existence, she’d yet to experience an orgasm that could be classified as “earth-shattering”.

Admittedly, she enjoyed the romanticized history of those who’d come before her, whose spirits still lingered in the heavens above. Though, in truth, the power to rule the climate wasn’t a legend she fully believed in.

And yet…

She lowered her gaze again and it landed on the dark, devilishly handsome man who slid gracefully from the seat of his car.

Cane McAllister.

Her new neighbor and hottie extraordinaire.

He was dangerously cool. Shockingly perfect from head to toe. A masterpiece sculpted with great care, yet infused with a predatory spirit that spoke to Bevelyn. He looked as sleek and stealthy as a panther, with eyes as smooth and shiny as obsidian stones.

Eyes that connected with hers and held fast. Making every gut instinct inside her go on high alert.

At the exact same time every inch of her turned warm and molten.

Excitement rippled through her. Her nipples tightened behind the plain white cups of her bra. She wore sensible cotton lingerie due to the sweltering heat and humidity that raged through Savannah. But the practical, once-comfortable undergarments suddenly felt confining, making her long to be stripped bare by the scorching-hot man standing forty feet away from her.

She could imagine his large, strong hands on her body, bringing pleasure with every stroke, every caress. The need to feel his hard muscles melded to her soft curves rose within her, making her long for his weight on her body, pressing her into a mattress. Taking her with impassioned fervor, driving his thick cock deep until…

Bevelyn bit back a gasp. And a sigh of longing.

She felt the convergence of gray haze overhead as much as she saw it in the form of the cumulus clouds blocking out the moonlight and casting dark shadows ac

ross her lawn. Her body vibrated in a peculiar way, as though a bolt of electricity chased down her lightning rod of a spine, sending electrical jolts to her most sensitive erogenous zones. Targeting that much-neglected spot between her parted legs. Her clit tingled with a sensation that was almost foreign to her, while her pussy throbbed with an intensity she’d not felt in…