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

it.”
    Surprised by his response, she could only nod slowly. But he didn’t have the full story and she’d already over shared. So if he was determined to keep her on his lap, she’d turn the conversation his way. “What about you?” Her eyes scanned the room before once more landing on him. “How’d you become king of all this?”
    But it seemed Naðr wasn’t the sharer she was or so said his redirected attention to her body. When he went to touch the side of her breast, she grabbed his wrist and shook her head. “Pretty sure I just asked you a question.”
    His sweeping brows lowered, but his lips twitched as though tempted to smile.
    Naðr looked at her long and hard before he nodded. “Then I best share.” But he wasn’t above wrapping his hand over her vulnerable backside and squeezing before he continued. “I was born to a poor boat builder. He wanted to be in charge of all the ships he helped construct. So one day instead of building he volunteered to start sailing with the other warriors. My father paid attention to the winds, to the people they raided, to everything. Soon enough, his was the voice that led those raids.”
    “So basically your Dad succeeded where mine failed,” she murmured. “But I know enough about your culture that eventually leading a Viking charge would by no means make him a king.”
    “No, it wouldn’t,” Naðr said softly, his intelligent eyes on hers.
    Though they were interrupted by his brothers, Megan knew he wasn’t going to say much more if anything. No more than she was willing to share the entirety of her story with someone she’d just met. Yet Megan wondered. Was what she’d read in the manuscript correct? Did Naðr Véurr possess the blood of a dragon? If so, would he have the power to see inside her mind and know her secrets? She almost chuckled. Figure the odds. But then she’d seemingly traveled back in time to the Viking period so…anything was possible, right?
    The music and crowd were growing rowdy. More and more men seemed to be demanding Naðr’s attention. Even so, when Kol stood, held his hand down to her and asked her to dance, she said, “You’re joking, right?”
    Before she could respond, Naðr grabbed her hips and made her stand as he eyed a warrior who was ranting about one thing or another. His towering body was inches behind hers as he stood and murmured in her ear, “Go dance with my brother. But no sex .”
    “What the hel—” she started, but it was too late. Kol grabbed her hand and pulled her after him.
    Sonofabitch .
    The music was a heady mix of both drums and some sort of harp and flute as Kol dragged her into the crowd. Though his arm wrapped around her lower back and he pulled her close, Megan quickly realized it wasn’t that close. Still, she put her hands on his chest and leaned back some. He might be hot as hell, but Megan was having no part of the ‘woman being tossed from man to man’ thing.
    “I don’t want sex from you.” Kol twisted his lips wryly, not above smirking at her actions. “Besides, you belong to my brother.”
    Belong?
    Kol wasn’t finished. “I like a little more there.” He nodded at her breasts and then leaned his head so he could look at her backside. “And more there too.”
    “Jesus,” she muttered and tried to push him away but he held tight and swung her into the crowd. “What’s the matter with you?”
    Kol clearly had no idea what she was talking about but assumed he had offended her based on his next statement. “You’re damned beautiful, woman, but too slight.” He made a fist and shrugged. “I like a little more to grab onto if you understand my meaning.”
    Stunned, speechless, Megan’s mouth fell open.
    Kol nodded, pleased it seemed with his explanation. “So you understand.”
    Yeah, that he was an utter dickhead.
    But at least he wasn’t trying to feel her up like Naðr had so that was something.
    She supposed she was safe enough dancing with Kol and tried to ignore