Page 130 of Played By Design

“No, no, no—” I reach for him, desperate to be filled again.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Kain grips my waist. “Turn around.”

I slide off the counter on shaky legs, and he guides me around to face the mirror.

“Leg up.”

I obey, hooking a leg onto the counter, my dick and balls flush on the cold quartz, and my breath fogs the mirror above it.

As he adjusts me, he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

Worried, I twist to peer at him over my shoulder. “Kain⁠—”

His hand closes around the back of my neck and turns me toward the mirror again. “Look at yourself.”

For a second, I don’t recognize my reflection.

The man who stares back is a stranger. His chest and throat are mapped in dark, possessive marks where Kain’s mouth has been, purple and red and angry. His cheeks are flushed, his honey-blond hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his brown eyes glassy and unfocused without his glasses.

His lips are swollen, bitten red, and there’s a thin line of dried blood on his lower lip where Kain’s teeth broke the skin.

He looks fucked out. Owned.

Claimed.

Kain’s hand comes up and grips my chin, and our gazes meet in the mirror. His are dark, pupils blown, fixed on my reflection with an intensity that clenches my stomach.

“Keep watching,” he says, his voice rough. “I want it very clear in your head whose teeth are about to be in your nape.”

My breath hitches. My nape guard has been off since we got home from the hospital. Kain always insists I wear it during my Heat, but now, it’s nowhere in sight.

Kain’s cock notches at my entrance, and he thrusts back in with one long, steady push that blurs my vision.

I feel the head of his cock disappear inside me, my body stretching around him as the thick shaft sinks deeper until his hips meet my ass. And then, holy fuck, the bulge of him pushes out my lower stomach from the inside, the visible distension moving with every thrust.

My blush is so hot that heat rushes all the way to my fingertips. Embarrassment and arousal twist together into an emotion I have no name for, but my cock jumps on the cool quartz, and my breath comes in short, ragged gasps.

Kain sets a rhythm, each thrust driving his cock deep enough for the movement to ripple through my body, and his free hand slides around to grip my hip, holding me steady.

His other hand stays on my chin, keeping my focus on the mirror.

“Watch me claim you,” he growls into my ear.

His mouth finds my nape, and he bites without hesitation, teeth sinking into the gland at the back of my neck with enough force to break the skin. Pain flares, and my body goes rigid on a gasp.

Then the pain transforms, burning through my nervous system, a live wire lighting up every pleasure center in my brain at once. My dick jerks, and cum spills out of me in thick, hot ropes, streaking across the surface of the vanity in messy white lines.

My vision goes white, my inner muscles clenching around Kain’s cock so hard he groans, his hips stuttering, and he pulses inside me, filling me up.

Kain’s teeth stay buried in my nape, his breath hot on my skin, and his arms wrap around my chest, holding me to him as we both shake through it.

His teeth ease free, and his tongue laps at the bite, soothing the sting while ensuring his DNA finds its way into my bloodstream. A shudder runs through me from my nape to the base of my spine, and my inner walls flutter around him.

Then more of his weight settles heavier over my back.

“Kain?” In the reflection, his skin has gone ashen.

“I’m fine,” he groans.