Tor's Dragon

By Angelique Voisen

Consequences. Making the wrong move led to bad places. Tor should have learned the hard lesson by now, but he’s a slow learner. Questioning the dragon shifter who tried to kill his brother should have been easy. Torture is Tor’s specialty, but Tor finds himself eager to partake in some debauchery when he finds an eager submissive in Kelas.

Kelas Cervantes is a half-blood dragon. Among his clan, being gay is a crime worse than death, but Kelas does what he wants. He’d follow orders, but only from a man capable of bringing him to his knees. And Kelas believes Tor’s the right man for the job.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: May 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781772333671

Angelique Voisen

Angelique Voisen writes LGBTQ erotic romances and likes experimenting with different sub-genres. Her stories are often set in exotic settings and may include blades, fangs, kinky magic systems, and happily-ever-afters. Visit Angelique at www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com

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Copyright© 2015 Angelique Voisen

ISBN: 978-1-77233-367-1

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Melissa Hosack

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my readers, as always, thank you for your support. Tor’s Dragon is the last book in the Havoc’s Crew series. I hope you enjoy Kelas and Tor’s story as much I loved writing it.

TOR’S DRAGON

Havoc’s Crew, 5

Angelique Voisen

Copyright © 2015

Prologue

Kelas Cervantes twisted his large serpentine form, furiously pumped his long membranous wings, and willed them upwards, but his body refused to obey him. His dragon seethed inside him with mounting frustration. It poured more rage into his body, but no matter how hard his beast strained himself, Kelas’ body refused to obey him.

Mounted on the top of the Schneider Tower’s highest point, Kelas thought himself invincible while he gloated down at his targets. He sensed the magical containment trap a second too late. Energy seeped through him like a poison. Kelas fell. Hard. His muscles slackened and his power weakened. Kelas hardly had energy to curl his claws, much less flare his wings open and escape into the night. He howled in fury, sharp canines snapping at empty air.

Kelas refused to go down like sheep. For fuck’s sake, Kelas belonged to an ancient line of dragon shifters, to the last surviving clan on the earth. If his enemies thought he would bow and submit without a fight, they had another thing coming.

Kelas hissed through his teeth as his body hit the hard concrete floors of the Schneider Tower’s roof. His proud wings crumpled behind him and Kelas prayed to God there was no permanent damage. Aloft in the sky, Kelas’ wings made him untouchable and superior to the four-limbed and ground bound shifters. He wasn’t a fucking bird who could be caught in some hunter’s net.

Hurried steps came near him, but the figures kept a cautious distance. Kelas snarled, hoping to goad of them into foolishly approach him. He might not be able to fly, but Kelas could do some serious damage with his claws and teeth. No such luck. These wizards, these men he dealt with, were professionals.

Stay back, let the spell work its course. Let’s avoid courting danger. Soon, he’ll revert back to human form, a firm voice said.

Damn wizards, why don’t you try fighting me without your precious magic for a change?

It’s okay now, Mael. Go to your kid and mate. We’ll deal with this assassin, said the deep flat voice of another man.

Kelas twisted his neck and flashed his teeth in warning, but he soon lost the energy to move. He tried to squint at the figure who had spoken, but all he saw were blurry lines. Whatever spell struck him