Thunder and Lightning

by Calista Fox

  His raspy breath mingled with Bev’s, but the sound was barely audible over the constant clapping of thunder.

  The storms of late were unexpected and bizarre, but Cane didn’t give a damn about them. All that matter to him was that he’d made it this far without sinking his teeth into Bev’s neck and that told him he could survive the ultimate pleasure with her and not kill her. Because what she did to his body was infinitely better than sucking her blood. He could get that fulfillment later. Elsewhere. In a humane, safe manner.

  Right now, all he wanted was to make love to the bewitching woman who opened her legs wide for him. He toed off his boots, pushed away the remainder of his clothes and then stepped into the inviting V her spread thighs created. His hands clasped her hips again and he pulled her forward, to the edge of the table.

  She gasped, whether from his forcefulness or the anticipation of what was to come next, he didn’t know.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he told her again.

  “You won’t.” And she sounded so sure of that, he relaxed a little.

  Truly, it was a wonder he didn’t plunder and pillage, the way she stared up at him with such need and uninhibited lust.

  His hands shifted, moving up to cup her full, round breasts. His thumbs skimmed the hard beads at the center of them until she was panting softly, her chest rising and falling quickly.

  “The way you touch me,” she said on a whisper of breath. “It’s like you’re already familiar with my body, in tune with it. As though you know exactly when and where and how to caress me, make me respond.”

  “Just warming you up,” he said with a tight grin.

  “I’m on fire.”

  Cane grunted. “Then we’ll need a fire extinguisher when I’m done.”

  “Under the kitchen sink.” Her green eyes shimmered as she issued the challenge.

  He squeezed her breasts, making her squirm. And then his hands dropped to her thighs and he spread them even wider to accommodate him as he moved in closer. Shifting to the backs of her legs, he hooked his forearms at the undersides of her knees, rocking her hips back, opening her to him. Her palms flattened against the wood beneath her as she braced herself.

  Her ragged breaths echoed in his ears. The storm outside seemed to rage inside her pale eyes. There was electricity and tumult and the promise of something provocative looming on the horizon. All of which intrigued him. Turned him on all the more. His hard cock pulsed and throbbed with the need to plunge deep and be held captive by her inner walls as they clutched at him.

  “Feels like I’ve waited my whole life for this moment,” she said, her tone low and sultry. Full of wonder and excitement.

  “I understand the feeling.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think you do. You couldn’t possibly. I’ve waited so long. So much longer than…” Her voice trailed off, her eyes misting with an emotion he couldn’t decipher. Pain? Loneliness? What was it?

  “Never mind,” she added in a soft voice. “It doesn’t matter. This is all that matters. Right here. Right now.”

  He agreed. Whatever came before this moment, before Bev, mattered not. Two hundred years of waiting to feel this lost in the depths of a woman’s eyes, desperate to be lost in the depths of her body and soul, washed away like sand in the tide. He’d endured the torture and had finally arrived at this moment. This perfect, passionate moment, filled with anticipation and titillation and fascination. Everything in his existence that led up to this moment was moot. All that mattered to him now was Bev. Pleasing her, loving her. Giving her everything her heart desired. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, he knew that deep down in his barely recovered soul.

  And all he’d ask for in return was acceptance.

  Whether he would receive it remained to be seen. And it was entirely possible that when she eventually discovered his true nature, there would not be acceptance.

  Though that notion made his insides coil tight with dread, he considered it a bridge he’d cross when the moment arrived. Not a moment before. Certainly not tonight. He wouldn’t do anything to alter the course they were on. Wouldn’t do anything to derail this runaway train.

  When she shifted on the table and leaned forward, reaching a hand out to him, he started. He’d gotten lost again.

  Her fingers skimmed over his abdomen and down further. When they grazed the base of his erection, Cane pulled in a sharp breath.

  “Stop thinking,” she said. Her eyes blazed with lust and need. “And start fucking me.”

  Chapter Five

  She honestly couldn’t stand another second of him just devouring her with his eyes and not his body. His hands. His lips. His mouth. She wanted him to touch every inch of her. Wanted to feel him deep inside her body. Wanted to experience the kind of reckless abandon that was a result of this sort of heated passion.

  This unexplainable connection that was something she’d dreamt about her entire existence, but which she’d never before experienced. She couldn’t fathom how it’d come about now, but was too entranced to question its origin. Or how long she would be allowed to keep it within her grasp before reality burst her blissful bubble.

  At the moment, the all-consuming sensations holding Bev in such a gloriously erotic state inspired the intense need to let go of everything that had ever held her back when it came to giving herself completely to someone.

  The way Cane looked at her and touched her and seemed to need to please her…there was so much more to their attraction than just physical chemistry. She felt an uncommon sense of belonging with him. To him.

  A feeling she could not explain, but which was impossible to deny.

  Unfortunately, her euphoria warred with her sensibility. The truths she knew to be absolute and finite. In her heart, she knew better than to let go like this. But when she’d urged Cane to do just that, she’d committed to doing the same.

  Knowing that, come morning, the smartest thing for her to do would be to leave town.

  A realization refusing to be banished to the back of her mind, no matter how hard she attempted to lock it away.

  There could be no future here. Not with this man. Not when she was immortal and he was not.

  But there was tonight. This one beautiful evening when she didn’t have to deny her lust. Her desire. Her passion.

  Tomorrow would come with repercussions and they would be shockingly painful, she had no doubt. Innately, she would grieve a loss she’d never anticipated experiencing. One she’d fortified herself against all this time.

  One she was willing to endure for this one perfect night with this one perfect man.

  Cane was beyond temptation, for reasons exceeding physical desire. Though these reasons mystified and terrified her, she would not shun them. Would fully embrace them, inviting something explosive and spectacular into her life that she had avoided for six hundred years.

  As her fingers glided over the supple skin that covered the thickest, fullest cock she’d ever seen in her six centuries of existence—had ever had the pleasure to touch and hold—he seemed to work very hard at not giving up his control and thrusting deep into her.

  She wanted him to give up his control. She wanted him to be wild and reckless along with her.

  For tonight.

  One night.

  If the gods were on her side, the worst she’d have to contend with in the aftermath was living the rest of her eternity with this decision. One she’d already made. One she couldn’t change.

  Didn’t want to change.

  Propped on the edge of the foyer table and opened wide to him, her fingers wrapped around Cane’s steel erection. She invited him inside her body with a look. A soft smile. An invitation she issued with her eyes…the sharp intake of her breath…the anticipation that no doubt radiated from every pore of her body.

  “I want you,” she told him, her tone low and intimate. “More than you can possibly know.”

  A slight shake of his head made a dark lock of hair dislodge fro
m his unruly ‘do and fall across his forehead. “No,” he whispered, his voice full of need. “You have no idea how intense…how powerful this need is within me.”

  The intensity of his words and the tight strain in his voice told her he was pulled in as deeply as she was. As lost as she was. And that made this precipice steeper. Deadlier. But there was no stepping back from the ledge.

  She urged him forward with an oh-so-gentle tug at the base of his cock. When the tip of his rock-hard erection rubbed against her swollen lips, she let out a low moan filled with desire and the unmistakable need to feel him inside her tingling pussy.

  Sliding her fingers up his shaft, she glided the head of his penis along her slick folds, reveling in the feel of him. The lust he so easily commanded.

  She could drown in the burning look that flashed in his dark eyes.

  Bev slid her hand beneath his steel rod and pushed against him, loving the feeling of his wide tip pressing against her opening. His hips eased forward in a restrained way, as though he were clinging to every ounce of composure he possessed.

  She didn’t want him to resist. Didn’t want him to hold back.

  What she wanted was to feel his cock fill her completely as he thrust into her, hard and fast.

  “Cane.” Her voice, thick with need, filled the small room. Audible over the rumble of thunder, the sizzle of lightning and the sweep of ceiling fans, it held a desperate plea. “I want to feel you inside me. I need to feel you inside me.”

  Her heart seemed to swell along with his cock. This wasn’t just physical need for her. It was an emotional fulfillment she’d never allowed herself to consider, to contemplate. To wish or hope for. To dream of…

  “Damn it,” he ground out. As though he had emotional demons of his own to fight. “Bev, I…” He shook his head and groaned. Then his rigid body seemed to go limp as he leaned forward, into her, pressing his cock harder against her opening. Pressing into her. Pushing deep.

  Surrendering, as she had already done.

  “Oh!” she cried out as he thrust into her, making her hips lift off the table and meet his quick, unrelenting stride. “Oh yes. That feels so good.”

  She ground against him, moved with him. There was nothing she could do to slow the frenzied passion that seemed to grip them both. The fervor that drove a hard-beating, pulsating tempo that had her panting and moaning in sensual delight.

  That foreign and forbidden emotion that felt too close to love for comfort welled within her again. Rising up to her throat, forming a lump, which took her by surprise. Her fingers twisted in his thick hair as she held him close to her, wanting desperately to feel his mouth on hers. Knowing she’d only be torturing herself further if she allowed it.

  An unfamiliar urgency gripped her as he made love to her with quick, confident strokes. The peculiar sensations holding her body, spirit and soul captive made her eyes mist. She suddenly longed for more than this one night.

  Knew she couldn’t have it.

  With every move Cane made, the breath whooshed from her lungs, causing the most uninhibited cries of pleasure and need to fall from her parted lips. Every inch of her begged for more, even if the words didn’t fully form on her tongue.

  She rocked with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His gaze locked with hers, his black eyes burning with an intensity she’d never seen before and backlit with that odd yet totally mesmerizing glow that held her spellbound.

  As his thick cock plunged and retreated, hammered into her then withdrew—pushing even deeper than the last time—she felt a powerful climax build within her. Too fast to stall. Too intense to fight off. It scared her how vehemently she reacted to everything he did to her. But there was no denying or escaping the sensual abyss. Her orgasm hit like a 10.0 quake and all she could think was this was why they called it earth-shattering!

  Her erotic scream filled the room. Thankfully, it was met by the crash of thunder or the neighbors on the other side of her might have called the cops.

  She wouldn’t have blamed them. Her pleasure-filled cries continued to echo in the foyer as Cane continued to drive deep, fucking her harder, making her even wetter…hotter…in need of more…

  He pushed her close to another mind-blowing orgasm. She welcomed it.

  “Oh god,” she barely managed to grind out. Her breath was scarce. Her heart leapt in her chest.

  And yet he still held her legs open, still thrust into her with the kind of determination that told her he intended to make her come at least a half-dozen times more before he indulged in his own release.

  A sharp moan welled in her throat at the thought. “Don’t stop,” she said, urging him on while still meeting his quick rhythm. Her flattened palms pressed against the wood beneath her. The table was sturdy, yet it shook against the onslaught, the erotic wrath Cane unleashed.

  Bev had never been caught up in such a turbulent sexual cyclone, but damned if Cane didn’t envelop her in the most violent of erotic storms. So all-encompassing in nature with his single-minded determination to pleasure her. So wrought with passion and desire and need. So intense and raw and…real.

  As he moved at a fevered pitch, so steady and strong and fast she knew she’d come again any second now, his gaze locked with hers once more.

  Making her breath catch. Reminding her of everything she wanted…everything she couldn’t have. Everything that would slip from her grasp after this evening.

  That awkward lump lodged in her throat again. “Cane,” she whispered his name as though to mentally record it, to convince and remind herself this moment was real. That he was real. That what was transpiring between them tonight was real and not just a figment of an imagination that had refrained from fantasizing about this kind of forbidden interlude centuries ago.

  How could she have found such perfection after all this time? How could she have connected with a human on a level that went far beyond reason and logical explanation, especially when she’d worked so hard to convince herself love and lust weren’t necessities in life? Weren’t plausible or rational dreams to pursue?

  Worse yet, why did she have to know in her heart that what she felt intuitively to be the right choice for her was actually an impossible pipe dream?

  Bev gave a slight shake of her head, but her gaze snapped right back to Cane’s. His dark eyes flashed with emotions that seemed to mirror her own. As though he too were acknowledging how perfect this union was, yet questioning its possibility all the same.

  It’s longevity.

  Even pondering an impossible future, however, couldn’t keep her from responding to the heavenly present. As he moved within her, her ass lifted off the table. Her head fell back on her shoulders and her body quaked with every purposeful push and pull. Every unrelenting, sweet invasion of her cunt. He knew exactly what she needed, fighting it no longer.

  Hard and full and pulsing inside her throbbing pussy, he drove her to the very end of that twisting, turning, treacherous road and made her barrel over the edge once more.

  This time, Bev’s scream was met with a near blinding flash of lightning that made her squeeze her eyes tight against the color and heat…and the undeniable knowledge that she was the one causing this erratic weather pattern.

  She could hide from it no longer. Lust, desire and passion consumed her. Cane still drove deep, still pushed her further along so that one orgasm morphed into another and her body shuddered nonstop as he fucked her with full, steady yet erotically rough strokes.

  “Please…” she whimpered. Not in protest. In desperate need. Her ears buzzed, her mind clouded. Her body hummed with electricity. An urgency she’d never known before made her squeeze his cock, holding him captive inside her body. Her muscles contracted around him. Milking him. Teasing and taunting him.

  He groaned low and deep. A primitive sound that excited her all the more. “Christ, Bev,” he said on a rough exhale of air. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “Please,” she repeated, realizing that was exactly what sh
e wanted. “Cane,” she said, trying to focus her unsteady gaze on his devastatingly handsome face. When all she really wanted to do was let her eyes roll into the back of her head. She could easily pass out from the sheer ecstasy that overwhelmed her.

  And she was immortal for fuck’s sake!

  “I want to feel you inside me,” she said. “All of you.” Her heart seemed to thump in her throat. Her pulse raced and her breath came in short, heavy pulls. “Come inside me. Let me feel you. Fill me, Cane. Please…”

  His forearms shifted from the backsides of her knees and he crowded her as he placed his hands on either side of her hips, pressing forward, further into her, as he leaned against the table. His dark, sinful gaze burned her eyes, her mind, her soul. He looked so deeply into her that she gasped.

  Fear he could ascertain all of her darkest secrets held her captive for but a brief moment. Then he was taking her hard and fast again, with a renewed intensity that had her writhing and panting and ready to explode once more.

  “Oh yes,” she urged. “Fuck me harder.”

  He did.

  Bev still couldn’t get enough. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she held him tight, forcing quicker, shorter, more erratic movements that drove her absolutely wild.

  “Bevelyn,” he all but growled. His body jerked. His eyelids drooped. His nostrils flared.

  All of which turned her on even more. As if that was really possible.

  Yes, clearly it was. God, how she wanted him!

  And there was no sanity around it. Nothing reasonable or explainable.

  She just wanted him…needed him. Had to have him.

  All of him, as she’d said.

  Released inside her. Now.

  Right. This. Very. Second.

  “Cane!” Her voice wasn’t her own. It belonged to a woman who’d given up all rhyme and reason. All sensibility. The provocative, sultry tone she heard was meant to sway, to seduce. To bring her lover over to her side—to do her bidding. And her bidding was to have him come inside her. “I need to feel you,” she told him. Repeating her now-urgent request. Her body moved with his and she could see by the tight pull of his jaw, the heat in his eyes, the strain of his muscles that he was hanging on by a thin strand. A fragile thread. One she could break so easily.