Viking King (The MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors, Book 1) by Sky Purington

Author:Sky Purington [Purington, Sky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-15T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Megan would be the first to admit it. The warm, strong ale was going straight to her head.

But then so was Naðr Véurr.

The man was an intoxicating blend of hot dominant male meets honor gone wild. Careful not to show her arousal, she didn’t squirm. Careful not to show how nervous she was sitting in front of the king with her legs too spread to be considered anything but a challenge, she white-knuckled her hands over the edge of the table. “Well then?”

Meyla cocked her head in what might almost be pride.

Valan buried his head in a long draw of ale.

Raknar and Kol gave her their undivided attention.

The king? He lounged back, muscular leather-strewn legs spread, horn braced in a loose fist as his eyes did a slow, appreciative crawl from the tips of her toes to the defiance in her eyes. After making a thorough visual project of everything she had to offer, he drawled, “I thought you didn’t believe in dragons.”

“I don’t.” Her brows slowly pulled up. “Yet.”

Arrogance smoothly draped over his words, Naðr’s gaze stayed with hers before his eyes lazily went from Kol to Raknar. “What say you, brothers? Do dragons exist?”

Raknar gave a small shrug, eyes never leaving Megan. “Hard to say.”

Megan wasn’t shy in the least as she met Raknar’s eyes. “I would expect nothing less than honesty from you.”

Then, poker face intact, she swung her gaze to Kol. “But you?” She twisted her lips. “Are another story.”

Kol wasn’t offended in the least. Nope. A wide smile split his face. “I love you, woman. Turn from Naðr and I’ll keep you satisfied.” He shrugged loosely and winked. “Until I get around to lying again.”

This earned a few laughs from nearby men.

Naðr offered one of those deep chested chuckles he was so good at and directed his question at his middle brother. “And what of you, Raknar. How truthful are you really?”

Raknar sat on the table next to Megan and eyed her up and down. “Truthful enough.”

If she was learning one thing quickly, it was that these brothers weren’t quite as predictable as they seemed. But then again, she surmised there was always an ongoing game being played between them. While she’d like to say it was the Viking mentality, it was really just brothers being brothers. This behavior wasn’t all that different than what she saw between close friends, family and fellow seamen back home. They protected one another because their life was always one made of unpredictability.

The sea was friend to no man and didn’t always send you home in one piece. Add the whole warrior, raider thing into the package and the possible death sentence was all that much more likely.

But eye on the ball.

And that ball was dragons and the unbelievable possibility that they existed.

Better yet that these brothers were such.

Megan’s eyes flickered between Raknar and Kol before landing squarely on Naðr. Fun aside, she wanted a solid answer. So she ignored her trepidation and handled this situation as she had so many others when in real estate.

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