Seven Sins System Chapter 670. Daddy Wrath
Seven Sins System Chapter 670. Daddy Wrath
Room 888. The emperor suite.
The keycard shimmered with gold filigree as I pressed it against the lock. The door unlocked with a soft chime and opened into…
Yeah.
Okay.
It wasn’t my place.
My estate in the infernal quarter was bigger, darker, laced with obsidian and molten channels of magic, complete with an indoor wine spa and a lava garden.
But this?
This was mortal decadence done right.
Marble floors that looked hand-polished. Velvet couches that seemed to sigh when touched. A bed that looked like it could fit ten people and still have room for regrets. The ceiling had a floating illusion of stars above it—soft, glowing constellations drifting lazily like someone had bottled the night sky and programmed it for ambiance.
And the view.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Neon towers, mist curling around rooftops, soft moonlight bouncing off silver glass. It felt… removed from the rest of the world. Like the suite was floating.
Rachel let out a low whistle. “I am never going back to the dorms.”
Evie walked over to the bed and flopped onto it face-first, her ass in the air, tail waving like a flag of surrender. “Luxurious. Soft. Expensive. Yes, daddy Wrath. I approve.”
Claire shut the door behind us and locked it with a quiet click. Then she turned to me, the barest hint of amusement touching her lips. “And here I thought you were all broody and sad.”
“I’m a multitasker.”
Rachel grabbed my shirt, still clinging to me, and tugged it up. “Then multitask out of this.”
Clothes started coming off. Fast.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it somewhere near the velvet ottoman. Claire’s jacket slipped down her arms, revealing that faint shimmer of elven skin, and she stepped forward to help Rachel unbutton her top.
Evie peeled off her tank top and tossed it over her shoulder without looking. It hit a lamp. The lamp survived, barely.
I stared, drinking them in all at once. Rachel’s flushed skin and hungry smile. Claire’s poised grace even as her fingers slid up under my waistband. Evie’s lazy sprawl, half-naked on the bed like a fox goddess demanding worship.
It was sensory overload—in the best way.
Heat built fast.
Touch and taste and sound all blurring.
Rachel kissed me again, and this time there was no teasing. Just heat. Raw and sweet and full of emotion she hadn’t bothered naming yet.
I kissed her back, grabbing her thighs, grinding into her until she gasped.
Claire’s lips found my neck. Her hand slid inside my pants. Cool fingers, measured movements. She knew how to test someone, how to tease while pretending she wasn’t. When I hissed through my teeth, she smiled against my throat.
Evie finally rolled over and crawled across the bed, watching us like a predator. “Clothes off. Now. Or I swear I’m starting without you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Rachel said, voice breathless as she unhooked her bra.
“I was stressed,” Evie muttered, grinning.
My pants hit the floor. Claire’s fingers never left my skin. Rachel was already half-naked in my arms. Evie reached for the champagne bottle and took a swig before crawling closer.
We hit the bed together—messy, chaotic, limbs and laughter and heat.
Rachel straddled me again, but this time there were no clothes in the way.
Her body pressed against mine, skin to skin, her thighs framing my hips as she leaned down to kiss me deep and slow. Her breath was warm. Her moans muffled into my mouth.
She tasted like champagne and strawberries—sweet, heady, and just a little dangerous.
Her hands were everywhere. Sliding down my shoulders, trailing across my chest.
One hand cupped the side of my face while the other explored lower, tracing the ridges of muscle like she was rediscovering me.
Evie kissed down my chest. Her tongue flicked, playful and wicked, darting over a scar on my ribs like it fascinated her. Her lips left heat in every path they followed, and her tails had coiled possessively around my thigh now, warm and plush, the tip lazily brushing over sensitive skin.
“Warm,” she whispered against my stomach, lips curved into a smirk. “And twitchy.”
I barely managed a breath before Claire joined.
She didn’t crawl over like the others. Claire moved behind me, quiet as a thought, her cool fingers sliding along my spine with maddening care. Her touch was slow, almost ceremonial. She wasn’t just touching me—she was reading me, decoding every flinch and sigh like she’d studied me. Which, to be fair, she kinda had.
Her mouth ghosted over my ear.
“You’re letting go,” she whispered. “Good.”
Her words shivered down my neck like silk dipped in lightning.
I exhaled slowly.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Just let them explore.
Rachel’s kisses trailed down my jaw, then back up again, her lips finding the corner of my mouth, then the bridge of my nose, then my temple like she couldn’t decide where she wanted me most.
“Still with us?” she teased.
“Barely,” I rasped.
Evie laughed. Her hand was on my hip now, her thumb brushing lower with every lazy pass. “You should see yourself,” she purred. “Red in the cheeks. Breath all short. Eyes trying so hard to stay open. It’s adorable.”
Claire leaned in closer, her hand flattening between my shoulder blades. “He looks… claimed,” she murmured, her voice dangerously calm. “Like someone finally reminded him he belongs somewhere.”
“I will let this tonight.” I swallowed thickly. The weight of them—of their bodies, their scents, their hands—was starting to short-circuit me.
Rachel leaned in again, her breasts brushing against my chest as she kissed me hard, open-mouthed and slow, like she wanted to brand the taste of her into my memory.
Evie’s kisses had reached my lower stomach. Her breath was hot now, lips brushing just above where the tension pooled, her voice vibrating against my skin. “So… You aren’t going to stop us?” she asked, half-laughing.
“Do I look suicidal?” I muttered.
She grinned up at me, eyes bright. “Just checking.”