With a shifter

Eight

It took one month, one f*****g month for him to find Petunia. He had sneaked into the records at the visitor center and constantly bothered his mother for more information on her whereabouts. Finally he got what he needed and embarked from South America to Louisiana where she was staying with her family.

The home that welcomed him definitely had history, he could almost feel the ghosts that lived in the building along with its current residents. He knew that a lot of witches and their male counterparts lived where there were the most supernatural and spiritual power laid. Hence the reason his species stayed away from the states.

But the fact that she lived so close to New Orleans still had him shivering from unease. He wondered if he felt a draw to her because she was so close to all this power or maybe one of the witches had cast a spell on her.

The streets were empty and he took a step forward onto the porch and knocked on the door.

His enhanced hearing heard murmurs from the other side but he couldn't make out the exact words. Two female voices, one man.

There were footsteps echoing and he knocked again.

The door opened and he found a man who looked somewhat like Petunia and smelled like her. This must be the father. The way the man looked at him and his eyes widened, he shut the door in Uriah's face.

Oh hell. Maybe just the way he looked might scare anyone but he felt something different. He felt, smelled the Source's power around. Then he smelled nothing. No longer did he smell Petunia's scent or anyone's. It was as if her scent and any trace of her just upped and disappeared.

Uriah rung the doorbell and heard it ring and shuffling from the other side of the door. "I know you're in there." He said aloud and the shuffling stopped. "If you don't open up, I will bust the door down." He called out and looked around to see if anyone was near. He didn't need any of the humans calling the local authorities. He definitely did not need any humans period.

"What do you want?" A female voice called out from the other side of the door.

"I need to see your daughter."

"For what reason, we don't need you around Hunter." Said the father's voice. "She's not well."

Uriah felt a knot in his stomach. He knew that when mates don't mate, they both feel the pain. So if she was sick just like he was, they were definitely mates. "Look, let me inside so we could talk. I might be able to help her." He was talking to the door and glanced around again.

There were more murmuring and he felt everything that was gone a few minutes before come back. Except, he smelled Petunia's scent and then her parents, but on top of that was something different. There was something not right happening.

The door finally opened and he stared at an older Petunia. Except she was aged yet beautiful. Her blonde hair fell at her shoulders and her eyes were the clearest of blues. The normal aging on her face was the only tell tale sign that she was older.

Uriah saw something different too. "You're a Witch." Was all he said when he saw the father right behind her. "What do you want with our daughter Shifter?" He asked with his head tilted as if seeing him.

***

Petunia felt him near. She felt like everything in her world was right again but she was afraid. After the vomiting continued, came the intense pain like someone was breaking her body every slow agonizing hour.

But it was back and more intense than ever. She cried from the pain that had her arching her back off the bed and she cried for her mom.

Petunia recalled the door swinging open and she saw him. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as her body jerked from another wave and the nausea was back. "I'm here baby." Judie, her mother, said as she held onto her daughter's body.

"Are you here to kill me?" Petunia said through the clenched teeth. "Do it now." She begged and he moved closer to her before she passed out again.

"We need to mate." He told the pair and Adam, Petunia's father, was shaking his head furiously. "You touch her Shifter and I will break your bones." He threatened. Uriah knew he could take the older man on, but he didn't know what sort of power Adam had. He might be able to take the man as a man, but as a Warlock to a Shifter, Uriah had the underhand because he hadn't fully shifted.

"She's my mate, I can help her." Uriah was standing halfway in the doorway fighting a mental battle with her father while his mate was in pain. He could feel the small remnants of the pain attack he had hours earlier but it was not as intense as the one Petunia was having. Maybe because she was human. But that wouldn't make sense as her parents were children of The Source.

Petunia's father, Adam looked like he was ready to kill him. "I don't see how you two are mated." He snarled at him. He was a good looking man with salt and pepper hair that didn't fall any further past his collar. His features could be described as plain and sophisticated but he had an air around him that said he was powerful. "Our daughter is as human as she could be. The Change would have happened long ago."

The Change from what he knew was almost like the changing point in when children of The Source gained their abilities. Almost like puberty to humans. "I don't know how it happened but it seems we're mated. Right now, your daughter needs to mate or she could die. For a human, if the pain of not mating passes by, she'll be lucky if she's still alive." He explained to them and he knew that they couldn't disagree. They knew that their daughter would die if they didn't do something. And they knew the circumstances might not make sense to let some stranger mate with their only daughter, but they knew the world that they came from never was easy.

"You do anything else, I swear to the Source, I will kill you." Adam threatened, taking a sobbing Judie with him. He could hear them leaving and he wasn't sure if they left the home altogether but it didn't matter anymore.

Uriah looked to the small form on the bed and moved closer. Something in his skin pricked and he felt himself harden just from seeing her. It was almost grotesque how he could desire her when she was in this state but his animal was cursing him from the inside.

He sat on her bed and when his weight dipped the bed low, she opened her eyes and they widened. "What are you doing here?" she asked him but didn't move. "Is this another dream?" She asked him lazily.

He reached his hand out to touch her and where he touched her, she could feel the intensity and electricity leave his fingertips and into her. She hitched a breath and looked to him. "What is happening to me?" She asked him and he noticed her n*****s pebbled beneath the worn t-shirt.

"You need to trust me." he told her and moved closer. It was ironic that he asked for her trust when he was the one who was going to break it. Uriah pushed her hair back from her face and moved low to kiss her on the lips.

Instinctively, as if they had done it millions of times, one of her arms wrapped around his neck whereas the other was placed on his shoulder. He reacted to her and felt himself jerk against the constraints of his pants. He felt so tight against his own skin and everything just itched. He needed to get undressed quickly and take her.

Uriah reached for her shirt and she let him pull it over her head. She was bare to his gaze and he wanted so much to take her n*****s into his mouth but he needed to get them both naked in that instant. "You should feel an intensity, accept it and don't run away." He whispered to her as he slid her shorts off of her.

Petunia wasn't sure what he was talking about but she nodded her head. She didn't realize that her body stopped hurting, that her emotions were intact, and it was burning with a fire that only he could extinguish. "Please." She breathed and he slid out of his clothing. When he removed his pants and she watched his c**k spring free, Petunia licked her lips. She needed his as if she was starving.

He encompassed her with his body and moved to suck on her n*****s. She breathed in as the tingly feeling of his teeth sent little sparks straight to her c**t. She could feel the moisture between her thighs like it was a dripping fountain and she shifted under him.

As if on cue, his hands slipped downwards to make a 'V' and slide down her curls to slide through her folds. Petunia moaned against him and bucked her hips. "Wow." He breathed as he felt her core and came back with his fingers slick. He used her own moisture to rub her c**t in methodical circles that said he wasn't playing. "I don't know how long it will take for us to mate, but I promise you, if we don't hurry, we might both be in pain." He told her as he moved his hands faster.

Petunia nodded her head and didn't say a word. Especially when he was touching her the way that he was. She dug her heels into mattress as he brought her higher and higher on a cliff when he went and let her jump down as her orgasm came down as if she had never been touched before.

She screamed into his shoulder to muffle the sound and she felt him move away. With heavy lidded eyes and her channel jerking, he grabbed hold of his c**k and used his head to rub against her lips and opening. "Put it in me." She demanded of him and he didn't take a moment longer when he entered her. His impressive c**k drove home and they both groaned in unison as she stretched to accommodate him.

It wasn't a minute later when he moved over her and thrust deep and slow. So deep that her metal bed frame hit the wall. But Petunia didn't care, if her parents were home, they had to know what was going on yet she could care less at the moment. All she knew was that if she couldn't have Uriah, she would die.

"Say you'll accept me." He groaned as he pumped himself inside of her. She nodded her head but he told her, "I need you to say it."

Something had shifted inside the both of them as Petunia spoke the words that Uriah was seeking. It was almost as if they became one and their souls had mended. A dam had broken and something overflowed into the both of them as great power flooded into them so hard and full that Uriah almost passed out from sheer exhausted power.

He roared so loud and beastly as he came so hard inside of Petunia, he swore he shook the walls around them. They both climaxed in unison, his body jerking over hers. He could very briefly feel the world around him shake and it was as if lightning flashed and thundered around them and the historic home shook.

They did not say anything to each other for a few minutes and though he felt sheer exhaustion, he wondered if Petunia had fallen asleep and by the way her breathing became shallow, he knew that she was. There was a silence and peace he had never felt before and he let his tired being drift into darkness that was going to be his soul when he did the one that he had to do. He had to leave.