Page 78 of Allegiant

Cupping it. Not strangling. Gentle.

Full of promise.

He squeezes, and I let out a soft moan, feeling his hips move slightly, grinding against my own.

“You’ll talk to me again, Row. You know you will.”

My lips twitch, but I refuse to let them smile. I refuse. “I won’t. I’m determined.”

He runs his nose along the side of my cheek, up to my ear, his teeth grazing my sensitive earlobe.

I let out a soft groan as he tugs on it. “So am I.”

Samson smirks. “Guess I’ll have to show you those persuasion skills I was talking about.”

Then he falls to his knees, his hands pulling my pants down with a flick of his wrist, my hard cock appearing right before his mouth.

“You’re mine. All fucking mine,” he mutters, and then swallows me down.

My legs shake, my hands threading through his hair as he takes me. The sight of it… I don’t last long, my entire body curled forward as I come, his mouth accepting it all. There’s not even a drop lingering on his lips when he pulls off of me and leans back.

I’m panting as I stare down at him, this man who’s calmly tucking me back into my pants and buttoning them up, like he didn’t just make me come in the hallway of his childhood home.

I finally find my voice. “I really hope that’s not how you persuaded the guy at the boarding place to let you leave with Nugget.”

Samson dusts a kiss over my cheek as he chuckles. “Nah, these particular skills are only for you. No one else.”

I go for the button on his jeans, ready to take care of the erection he has, but he steps out of reach. “No time for that. We’ve got to get ready for game night.”

I frown, puzzled. “What kind of game night?”

20

ROWAN

Game night is…not what I was expecting.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, to be honest, but it wasn’t this.

First, their setup is unlike anything I’ve seen before. The cavernous room holds a poker table, a roulette wheel, and then a large wooden table. That’s where we’re all sitting. Or at least, most of us.

“You cut off my ore supply,” Dalton snarls in Cade’s face. “You did that on purpose.”

Cade doesn’t seem even slightly bothered by the fact his brother has him in a headlock. “Literally the point of the game, Brother.”

“Stop being a sore loser,” Wyatt drawls. “It’s your go.”

No one other than me blinked an eyelid at the antics. From the quiet whispers and handfuls of money being exchanged, I suspect this is usual behavior. I’m thankful Dotty decided to have Nugget sleep with her tonight. The mischief is high enough without adding him into the equation.

I lean closer to Samson, who’s watching this unfold with amusement. “I thought this was meant to be a simple game of Catan.”

He shoots me an amused look. “It’s never simple with the Buckinghams.”

Ansel clears his throat from beside me. “Titan, can we end this now, please? I want to play.”

Cade winks at his boyfriend from the headlock before sucker punching Dalton in the gut. I stiffen in alarm, but Dalton socks Cade straight back in the face. They exchange a few punches before the door slams open. There’s an unfamiliar young man standing there. He’s tall, with ripped muscles and a five o’clock shadow on his face. His attention immediately falls on Dalton and Cade, lip curling in distaste. “Really?”

Dalton slinks back a few steps, looking sullen. “Yeah, that was… I didn’t start that.”