Viking Heart (The MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors Book 3) by Sky Purington Read Free Book Online Page A

spoke. “And here Raknar just assured me you wouldn’t push me toward Amber.”
    The king sighed. “Do as Megan asks out of respect not only for my wife but her sister.”
    Kol scowled and turned his attention to drink rather than women. When they nuzzled their asses against him, he stopped them with a sharp shake of his head.
    Amber and Megan had just walked into the room.
    Naðr leaned close and nodded in Amber’s direction. “You should have her on your lap instead of them. Then you might not suffer a flaccid cock.”
    If Amber was on his lap, it wouldn’t just be rigid but inside her for all to see. He was about to respond how that might not be seen as respectful when Naðr spoke to the women on Kol’s lap. “Leave. Now.”
    The king’s request would not be denied. So though they pouted and brushed theirs backsides against Kol invitingly one more time, they complied. Lap uncomfortably empty, Kol cocked a brow at his older brother. “What’s your next request then? Invite Amber onto my lap or pull up a chair beside me?” Naðr was about to respond, but Kol interrupted. “Because though I was told otherwise, it seems I have no choice in my own fate.”
    “You always have that.” Kjar plunked down beside him. “The problem is you do not tend to make good decisions when it comes to women.”
    Kol polished off his ale and stretched. “I think just about every woman I’ve been with would disagree with you, cousin.”
    Kjar snorted.
    After receiving another horn of ale, Kol leaned back and eyed Amber with amusement as she stopped in front of the men playing bodhran drums. Unlike her sisters, she seemed to be embracing their society right away or so said the slow sway of her hips. Fortunately, the fires kept it warm enough that she’d removed her cloak, giving him and every other man a pleasurable view of her backside.
    And just like him, there was nothing but lust in their eyes.
    He didn’t recognize the low growl in his chest and had no idea he was heading in her direction until he was halfway there. Her sisters might be a solid wall of protection around Amber, but far too many men were contemplating a way past them. And even with the potential wrath of the king and Raknar coming down on them, several clearly thought the loot well worth the punishment.
    She must have said something about the instrument because Kol had nearly reached Amber when one of the men stopped playing his drum and handed it to her. Red dragon haze skirted the corners of his vision when the musician wrapped his arms around her from behind. Though he was only showing her how to use the drum, Kol also knew he was just as aroused as the men now forming a circle around her.
    A dagger at the ready, he stopped beside her sisters and glared at any man willing to meet his eyes…which were few. No, they weren’t just lusting but downright enchanted by Amber. Even his eyes were snagged from protecting her when warm laughter bubbled up from her chest. She tossed her hair over a shoulder and winked at the man behind her. Arms crossed over his chest, Kol was impressed with how smoothly she kept the musician from pressing too close while simultaneously making him feel like the world revolved around him.
    He had never seen anything quite like it.
    From a woman that is.
    Amber maneuvered a man nearly as well as Kol maneuvered a woman.
    And that’s precisely what they did. Made the opposite sex feel special until they tired and moved on to the next. But Kol would bet that like him, she rarely left a man lacking. If anything, she left them happier than they were before.
    “I knew it wouldn’t take her long to make herself at home,” Megan murmured and bumped shoulders with him. “Put away the dagger, Champ. She’ll be all right.”
    “I’m sure she will.” But he didn’t put away the dagger. Better that his fellowmen see his intentions…or at least that she was under his protection. Yet even as he tried to keep his attention on the bastards