Feverish by Amanda N Richardson Page A

frenzy. Her body burned for them, and in her dreams there were always two of them. Even though she never saw their faces, she knew it was the same men every night. They were always shadowed in the darkness. It was as if they didn’t want her to see them—yet. They teased and pleased, but something held them back. Their concern for her overshadowed their lust, even as they touched her body in ways no other man had.
    Everything they did to her body felt as if they were right there with her. Each touch and every brush of their fingers left her wanting more. It wasn’t only that. She felt their emotions. Both men had an attachment to her, as well as to each other. They yearned for her to love them—to accept them. Without her they would never be one.
    They were the faceless men of her dreams. Nothing had ever felt so real, yet so unbelievable. Hands caressed her skin touching her in the most intimate ways. A tongue licked a path along her skin and lips kissed her naked body bringing her to the brink, yet she never completely reached that final point. She always woke up before her climax.
    Her body was drenched in sweat and her core ached in need. She burned with a fever as each of her senses was heightened. Lights were brighter, scents were stronger, and most of all, touch was the most sensitive. Her nerve endings were on fire for hours after the dreams. She couldn’t even bring herself over the edge because it was them she wanted—needed, and she had tried to no avail.
    It was unbearable and sleep evaded her. She hoped and prayed that the men were real and that they would come for her and do all the things she dreamed of—and soon before she lost her mind. Her body flushed with need thinking about how much she enjoyed their touch and all the things they did to her.
    Dara shuddered and pulled herself away from her lingering thoughts. It wasn’t the time to think of them. Hell, she wished she could get the two men out of her mind, if only for one night. At least long enough to really sleep. It had been weeks since she had a good night’s sleep, and her body desperately needed it.
    In the distance she heard the same yowl she had heard every night for the past month. It was then echoed by another as if the two feline creatures were communicating with one another. Dara’s breath caught in her throat. A strange flutter filled her, but she wasn’t scared. It was a yearning that was indescribable. It wasn’t the first time she had felt this way. In fact, she felt it every night when she woke up from her dreams. It was like deja vu, only she knew it was real, and it happened every night.
    Down the street her small one bedroom ranch-style house waited for her. She picked up her pace feeling the urge to get home. Suddenly a shadowed figured appeared looming in the distance right where she was heading. He stood under the streetlight up the road a few feet from her house. She stumbled mid-step and froze. Her body trembled and tensed. The figure cocked his head to the side and his body straightened to an intimidating height.
    Dara turned to go the other way, but another shadowed figure appeared much like the first. He was freaking huge. She was surrounded, and she wasn’t sure which way to go or what to do. Her breath came out in pants and her heart raced. Sweat covered her palms and she wiped them on her jeans with shaky fingers, but kept her eyes on the man in her line of sight.
    The figure moved closer, so she turned forward again only to see the other figure doing the same. They were closing in on her, and that’s when the pain hit. All at once it sliced through her gut and spread throughout her body. Fiery pain filled her core. It burned deep inside in the lowest most intimate part of her body. Her eyes filled with tears and they slid down her cheeks. She licked the salty drops from her lips. The yearning was back with a vengeance, worse than it had ever been before. She bent over in agony and cried out clutching her