Feverish
Authors: Amanda N Richardson
Feverish
By Amanda N Richardson
Copyright © 2015 by Amanda N Richardson
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For T.K.,
You’re my rock and greatest supporter. I love you.
Warning: Only for 18+ due to strong language and graphic sexual content. This book consists of two sexy white tiger shifters and a human woman as their third (M/M/F & some M/M sexual content).
She’s their Anchor & they’re her Protectors
Dara’s life is falling apart. Every night she has a reoccurring dream that feels so real only to wake up aching and unsatisfied. Along with sleep deprivation she is on the verge of panic when crippling pains threaten to break her down. Nothing she does take the pain away, but when it disappears, she is left burning with a fever.
To top it off, she knows she is being followed, but she never sees anything in the shadows. She feels like she is losing her mind until she finally meets the two men who have been stalking her. They put claim on her showing her their inner beasts, and turn her world upside down with the threat of demons. And to make matters even more overwhelming, the only way to save them all is to form a bond with them both. She is the anchor to their Triad. Pressure to bond causes her to hesitate putting her and her men in mess they might now be able to get out of.
Waking up in a dank cave is a nightmare come true, but will Dara realize she has something the demon doesn’t? If she’s smart she’ll find a way to save them all without succumbing to the darkness that is slowly taking over her mind.
Without her they will never be whole. Eden and Dix have been searching for their mate for years, and now that they’ve finally found her the demon takes her from beneath their noses, and it will take them working as one to find her and save her, to save themselves. Will they make it in time to erase the darkness that is consuming her, driving her into a madness she will never recover from?
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I began this book when I first started ghostwriting for clients. I was trying to think of a story line for a paranormal story. The client gave me a lot of freedom, and while I was working on that story, this outline came to be, but since it didn’t meet all of the proper guidelines (m/f) only. I couldn’t use it. So instead of scraping it, I decided I’d keep it for myself and go with it to see where it went. I am so glad I did.
For that, I really want to thank my client (M.C.) for opening up my mind to new stories. Ones I never thought I’d be writing, and now that he’s got me writing themed stories, I am finding outlines come easier. I have the next 14 books outlined for myself. It seemed once I started ghostwriting, writing become easier, not easy, because it never will be, but easier to where I have gained confidence and the ability to go with something even if it makes me nervous.
I want to thank my family. My mom who has always known I’d be a writer and gets just as excited as I do with my writing. My partner, who deals with all my ‘boring’ talk of characters, and stories even though anything book related bores him to death. He’s a rock star, because I could go on and on about writing and books and he deals with it pretty well. He never tells me to shut up at least. I also want to thank K.K for praising the changes I’ve made in my life. It’s nice to have those changes acknowledged.
My lovely daughter who loves that I write, and hates that now that she can read I don’t let her anywhere near the screen (LOL). I told her she could read my stuff when she is older, much older. She thinks it’s cool that I write, and she is the reason I never give up, because every day I show her that you can reach your dreams if you never give up, then hopefully she will do the same. I always want her to have confidence and faith in her ability to do whatever she wants to do.
I want to thank anyone who reads my book, and I hope you enjoy it. I don’t write for myself to make money (of course it’s nice). I write to get my stories out there and just give something back to the rest of the world.
I hope you enjoy getting to know Dix, Dara, and Eden. They are the first of many supernatural beings that will have their own stories in the coming future. Each one of them is close to my heart.
1
Dara strode down the cracked sidewalk. The eerie sound of her boots clicking on the ground echoed in the ominous silence. She felt like she was being followed, yet when she glanced over her shoulder no one was there. Chills crawled up her spine and her body tingled. For weeks the same thing happened. Every night after she got off work and walked home she felt a presence, and each night she never saw anything lurking nearby, but somewhere out there, something was there, watching and waiting. She didn’t know what it was waiting for, but it was really freaking her out.
Picking up her pace, she turned the corner and sighed in relief when the street lights illuminated her path. Things had taken a strange turn in her life. Everywhere she went it always felt like she was being shadowed, but if she really thought about it, the presence didn’t feel threatening—to her at least. It was the fear of the unknown that left a bitter taste in her mouth. The sharp pains that followed didn’t help matters. They didn’t happen consistently, but once they began they caught her off guard and stole her breath. She was useless until they faded away into nothing, and then it was as if they weren’t there in the first place making her feel as though she was losing her mind.
When she went to bed at night her mind took over making it difficult to relax. Already exhausted from work and lack of sleep, she couldn’t get her mind to cooperate. Every time she shut her eyes she saw them. Sometimes before she fell into a restless sleep they were already there coaxing her into a sexual 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 sides.
Falling to her knees she moaned in agony and rocked back and forth hoping to ease the torture, but it didn’t help. Something was happening to her. Closing her eyes she tried to will the pain away, but it didn’t work, and the closer the figures came, the more intense it became. Wrapping her arms tighter around her middle she tried to force the throbbing away. Dara screamed, and her vision faded in and out. She bit her cheek and the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. Nothing was helping, and she prayed for sweet relief.
Suddenly the figures were not longer shadowed, but she still couldn’t quite make out their faces. Her eyes had gone fuzzy as the pain over took every inch of her body. She fell back losing all control of her body as it weighed her down, but when her head would have smacked the pavement she found herself swept up in the arms of one of the men. She stared wide eyed into the strangest eyes she had ever seen. The last thing she saw was one gray eye and one golden eye staring at her as if he could reach her very soul. Dara felt peace settle over her and fell into darkness.
2
Eden held Dara in his arms and sighed glaring at his Dix. “We pushed her too hard, and now she’s going to be afraid of us.”
Dix shook his head and squeezed his shoulder. “No she won’t. It was the pain that caused this, and besides, she only thinks what she is feeling is fear, but deep inside she knows she doesn’t need to be afraid. Not of us at least. She’s ours and we are hers, and as soon as she wakes up, we’ll tell her that.”
