More of Love's Frenzy

I've worked on more of Love's Frenzy this week. I'm having fun letting my muse go where it will with this story. I usually write by the seat of my pants, aka pantser writing style. Shape Shifter Blues has some ploting format and large sections figured out (i.e. beginning, middle and end). It is turning out to be a series. More on that as I get the first chapter done and ready to share. So here is a bit more of Love's Frenzy.

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Roberto circled counterclockwise around the young woman standing close to Maxwell. Her coloring and build remind him of---No! Had Maxwell kidnapped Luta and seduced her? Broken her will? If he had. . .Roberto clenched his hands and spun toward Maxwell.


“How dare you?” He shouted startling the young woman. She jumped and cowered in fear. Her cat green eyes pivoting back and forth between he and Maxwell.


Roberto drew in ragged breaths, pressing his lips together, willing his next words and thoughts to still. He couldn’t and wouldn’t shed familiar blood. Damn the curse! Pitting brother against brother like common foes until several generations of males lay dead from war’s lust consuming them. No, he and Maxwell along with their few remaining male relatives vowed they would not fight over women or property. Instead they would take multiple spouses to ensure continuance of their lineage with numerous births.

““What is your problem?” Maxwell’s tone and ire smacked against Roberto’s psychic shields. Neither of them allowed others inside their private space, their inner most thoughts. Control and mental discipline required constant vigilance when in the presence of other males.


“My apologies. She looks a lot like Luta. Such a resemblance.” Roberto touched the frightened woman’s arm. She shook harder with each stroke of his hand brushing her hair off her face, tucking it behind her ears. Catching her chin, he tilted her head back looking her in the eyes.
“You may use her after I am done.” Maxwell continued stroking his cock, stepping closer to the woman. Her apparent fear filled her eyes.


Maxwell threaded his hand into her hair, grabbing several strands in his fist. He forced her head back further. “One mouth is as good as another. Fuck her if you like as she sucks me.”
Roberto forced his gaze downward. Maxwell’s power play would not affect him. Why Maxwell insisted on trying his patience made no sense. Dominance did not ensure compliance. Neither did fear. Maxwell used both thinking he led. Taking two deeps breaths, Roberto moved away from Lilly.

“Look at her ears,” Roberto gasped as he smoothed her hair behind the ear closest to him. Pointed at the top very similar to a cat’s, the rest of took on human attributes.