Taulan (Scifi Alien Weredragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 2) by Celia Kyle & Erin Tate

Author:Celia Kyle & Erin Tate [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-02-29T00:00:00+00:00

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Taulan clenched his fists, dragon’s nails attempting to burst free so he could destroy the gloating male before him. Droze, he mentally sneered. A hardly adequate warrior and only with the fleet because his sire had oiled many claws. The Preor’s sire wanted him to have a mate—a human female to continue the line. Too bad the elder never asked Droze. Taulan had his suspicions about the explosions that’d rocked the ship that resulted in heavy damage to Jarek and the loss of Taulan’s wings. They began—and ended—with Droze sen Vender. He had not seen the male in the midst of battle, but that did not soothe his suspicions.

He glared at the large male—hating him for his attitude, behavior and mere presence. “Again, you may try to best me in battle, but you know victory will slip through your grasp as it always has.”

Droze’s attention flashed to a spot just to Taulan’s right and he prepared himself for the coming attack. He had no doubt that Droze and his friends would attempt to eliminate him prior to the matches. Cowards. He had not anticipated his kouva’s presence. He would not make the fight easy for them but he would also end it quickly.

The ruffle of air was the only hint that all was not as it should be. Taulan ducked and the swinging fist aimed at his temple merely breezed over his head. In that same fluid move, he stayed low and spun, landing a blow to his attacker’s midsection. A gasping wheeze escaped the male, and Taulan did not spare a moment’s thought about identifying him. This male initiated an unprovoked attack. Any Preor worth his scales would retaliate.

One strike was followed by another. He hit the midsection twice before straightening and aiming at the male’s face. Surprised eyes met his, and he recognized Droze’s cousin Luuvak. This male was even more useless than Droze.

He punched twice, a jab then cross, and kicked out with his leg. One swift thud to the side of Luuvak’s knee sent the male cascading to the ground. Taulan had barely broken a sweat and did not suffer a single hint of pain.

He came out of the battle unscathed, but Lana…did not.

No, her shout and subsequent cry of pain had him abandoning his moaning prey. The dragon roared, determination in its every breath while fire beat in its heart. When he turned, he nearly stumbled in his haste to destroy Droze. The initial glance gave him a snap shot of the situation. It showed him the grinning Droze and the bleeding Lana. It showed him Droze’s joy in pain and Lana’s fear.

Fear that gradually transformed to anger. Her shout was immediately followed by a deep growl and fierce shove. Her movements were sloppy and untutored, smacks and slaps peppered with the occasional punch and raised knee. She screamed with each strike, her voice filling the air.

The backhand spurred him into motion. The slap Droze performed on his mate. Her head whipped to the side, spit flying from her lips with the rapid movement.

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