Page 172 of Sage Haven
And I wanted that.
I wanted him.
Every part of him. The way he heightened my senses, made me crave him in ways I’d never craved another. The feel of hisskin beneath my fingertips, the intoxicating taste of his mouth, the piercing intensity of his gaze and the sound of his breath as it tangled with mine. And then there was his scent—God, his scent. It filled my lungs like oxygen, becoming something essential, and something I never wanted to live without.
We slipped into a private room at the back of the restaurant, where a table awaited our party of four. Reich settled in beside me, his movements fluid, controlled. As the waitress approached, he leaned back, exuding an effortless dominance.
“The usual.”
No menu. No questions. Just a quiet command.
I smirked, my amusement only growing when he caught my eye with a knowing glint, a cocky grin that sent warmth flooding my cheeks.
"Are you two ready?" he asked, voice smooth, laced with something unspoken. His gaze flicked between Sam and me, Cas mirroring his anticipation across the bench.
Sam and I exchanged a look—a silent question passing between us.
Ready for what, exactly?
"Depends on what we're supposed to be ready for," Sam quipped, raising a brow.
I studied Reich and Castor. They were enjoying this. Their eyes gleamed with undeniable mischief, like two schoolboys hiding a secret.
Then, in perfect unison, they pulled out black satin blindfolds.
A ripple of anticipation coursed through me.
“Face each other,” Reich instructed.
Sam and I obeyed, exchanging another amused glance before I felt him move behind me. His presence wrapped around me like heat, pressing into every inch of my awareness.
Fingertips grazed my cheek. Trailed down my shoulder. A featherlight touch, deliberate, possessive.
Cas mirroredhim with Sam, their movements synchronized and precise.
Then, the silk slid over my skin.
Reich lifted the blindfold, securing it at the back of my head with slow, practiced ease. The world went dark.
His breath ghosted over my ear, low and intimate. “This is going to require that you trust everything I give you.”
A shiver licked up my spine.
Then his thumb brushed my bottom lip—a fleeting touch before pressing into my mouth in a silent command.
My lips closed around him instinctively, my tongue teasing the pad of his thumb in a slow, deliberate sweep.
His breath hitched.
“Can you do that, wildflower?” he murmured, his voice a caress. “Can you trust me, even when you're surrounded by darkness?”
I smiled against his skin. "Haven't I already?"
And just like that, the moment between us shifted—tilted toward something deeper and inevitable.
His hands gripped my waist, dragging me closer, his breath warm against my skin.
“Mine,” Reich growled.
