Viking Claim (The MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors Book 2) by Sky Purington Page A

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    Though confused and knowing she should fight it, she melted. Dizzy and lost, he was her anchor in a sea made of turbulent memories placated, of something other than what she’d been feeling for so long. Time slipped away. Or stood still. Hard to tell. But the moments slid by or so said the varying tunes being played.
    “My turn,” came a soft voice.
    Soft, pliant, lost, she looked at Kol and shook her head. “Not yet.”
    Surprise flickered in his eyes, but he nodded and backed away. She should want to dance with him after how good he had been to her over the past few days. Yet right now she needed the unexpected safety, the intoxicating calm mixed with need she found in Raknar’s arms.
    But it really was more the calm.
    The absolute serenity and escape.
    “Why,” she whispered against his chest. “Why do I need this?”
    Somehow he mentally drugged her. He must have . Because through the haze that she felt within his arms was the sub-reality she’d been thrust into. The time-warp. The dream, or maybe even nightmare, that meant she’d traveled back in time. That she was actually in ninth century Scandinavia.
    But at least Megan was here.
    Those first few moments after she’d opened her eyes not to a rain-drenched Viking ship but to her sister’s golden gaze had been astounding. Megan wasn’t dead, lost to the Atlantic, but very much alive .
    Veronica had been floating on a cloud of relief and incredulousness ever since.
    For all intents and purposes, it seemed she truly had traveled back in time. Everything was so real. And she’d since learned much about what had happened to her sister. Though only two months had passed since her disappearance, it had been longer here. Seven months. Her sister had married her Viking king, a man Veronica was still trying to process. A man she’d read about in the manuscript.
    Megan hadn’t been kidding about his looks or demeanor. The king was damn handsome with his black hair and blue eyes. Though his personality seemed a little, okay maybe very intense, it was an absolutely perfect match for her sister’s confrontational nature.
    I can’t believe she remarried.
    Only when Raknar’s deep voice rumbled against her ear did she realize she’d spoken aloud.
    “It was a good wedding. Days of celebration.”
    Veronica pulled back, startled that she’d all but draped herself against him. She swallowed, suddenly overly aware of the thick erection pressed against her and the too heavy thud of her heart. Words, girl, find your words. Clearing her throat, she said, “I can only imagine. They seem really happy.”
    Happy. That was one word for it. Amber used to be by far the lustiest of the three sisters, but Megan was beating her by a long shot right now. She had never seen her older sister so amorous. Then again, these Viking men were blatantly open with their affections.
    Except maybe Raknar.
    He seemed to fight it…sort of.
    Not counting right now. No, right now his fingers trailed in slow circles at the small of her back when his eyes met hers, his voice raspy. “Your sister makes my brother very happy. She makes all of us happy.”
    Right. She was starting to understand that about Naðr and his brothers as well. Though the king was married to Megan and she was every inch his, the bond she’d forged with Kol and Raknar was in its own way just as strong. Friendships had grown. Deep friendships. This again brought to mind what else she’d learned about the three of them.
    They were supposedly part dragon.
    Veronica grimaced and pushed that nugget of information away. Too much right now. Way too much. She wasn’t so sure she believed it anyways. Megan had traveled through time. That alone could be muddling her sister's thoughts. Now she just had to try to keep her own wits about her.
    “I’m glad they’re…you’re all happy,” she murmured.
    Her breath caught when his large hand cupped the side of her neck and his thumb tilted up her chin. Raknar’s eyes met