Viking King (The MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors, Book 1) by Sky Purington Read Free Book Online Page A

haunting beauty in seeing it in the dark depths and privacy of the ocean’s floor. Yet no sooner did she think it than an overwhelming sadness filled her. People had built this beauty and clearly loved it as much as Megan did her own small Viking boat. They’d labored and adored because nothing this grand was built without a great deal of pride and meticulousness.
    Then there were the men who sailed her.
    Though Megan knew they’d been modern day sailors she could only envision Vikings of the past navigating this great beauty through the Norwegian Sea then past the north of Scotland and Ireland into the riotous and unpredictable waters of the Atlantic. They’d be sea weathering men made of steel and more honor than most guys possessed in one testicle nowadays. 
    Naðr Véurr.
    Or as the manuscript said… King Naðr Véurr.
    Megan stopped at the dragon-headed prow and turned back. As she looked down the length of the ship, it almost seemed a dull whitish glow lit everything. This allowed her to see clear to the end as its sail billowed beneath the black sea.
    This was a ship that could conquer any ocean.
    This was a ship that could be captained by Naðr Véurr.
    She gripped the prow as an unexpected rush of lust tore through her and breathing once more increased. Christ, this was about the last place she should be having erotic thoughts. But she was. And they were far more intense than any before. Megan slowly traveled down the long length of the prow. Thoughts of what she’d read in the manuscript surfaced as readily as bubbles from her oxygen tank.
    Naðr had dragon blood in him.
    He could shift into a dragon.
    History told that the dragon or serpent head on the prow was typically detachable. Superstitious, Vikings believed that the head would frighten away sea monsters. They’d then remove the head when approaching land so they didn’t scare off friendly spirits.
    But not this ship.
    Wherever it went, so too did its dragon.
    Megan stopped, ran her hand along the dragon-prow neck, closed her eyes and drifted down. There was no such thing as dragons. That part of Naðr was purely fictional. The stone nestled between her breasts, that was real…and somehow most definitely part of him.
    When her feet at last hit the ship’s floor, she opened her eyes. It was as impressive if not more so from this angle. Megan tilted back her head and looked up at the mast and what looked to be about thirty-eight hundred square feet of sail. God, what had this looked like above water as it crested waves with the sun bursting over it?
    She sunk until she sat at the prow’s base and simply stared in awe. How many men had oared this ship? Better yet, how many knots did she travel with the right wind? Yet even as Megan stared, the white light faded away. She shook her head but remained calm. To see the ship in its entirety in this darkness shouldn’t have been possible to begin with.
    Flipping the dive light into her face, she briefly focused on its glow before looking away. She knew damn well that if a ship sunk to this depth it would more than likely land on its side not belly up as though intent to keep on sailing. Though entirely mesmerized by the ship she was beginning to comprehend its very absurdity.
    Megan took a deep breath. It was time to surface and clear her head. Would she tell them about this ship? Not if they didn’t mention it. But her tank was getting low and it was time to go. She set her hand down to push off but met with something that rolled away from her. Curious, she angled her light down.
    It was a metal cylinder.
    About the circumference of her arm and maybe a foot long, it was, like the ship, covered in Nordic symbols. Megan picked it up and studied both ends. It was tightly sealed and obviously encased something. Well then, this would be her treasure this time down.
    The ship?
    Her secret until she found out exactly how much Nathan knew.
    Tucking the cylinder under her arm, Megan launched upwards into the