Seven Sins System Chapter 673. Devilish

Seven Sins System Chapter 673. Devilish

Evie’s eyes locked on me like she’d just remembered what kind of creature she’d let touch her.

“Oh,” she whispered, licking her lips. “You look…”

“Devilish?” I offered.

She nodded, eyes wide.

“Good.”

I reached for her thighs—those soft, quivering things—and spread them apart again. Her whole body tensed. My fingers didn’t rush. They explored. I slid them down her calves, up over her knees, then back down again. I could feel her shudder every time I got close to the place she wanted me most. And I could smell her, too—rich, sweet, sharp with heat and leftover bliss.

My seed was still there, clinging between her thighs, glistening against her folds.

And the scent of it?

It thrilled me.

This was what I’d been denying.

This was what I was.

I leaned in closer, brushing my cheek along her inner thigh as I kissed just beside where she was throbbing.

She whimpered.

“You liked it,” I said. “Being filled like that.”

She nodded, eyes glazed. “Yes…”

“And now?” I growled. “Now you want to be used again.”

She groaned—head rolling back, tails twitching—and her nails dug into the sheets.

My hand pressed between her thighs again, cupping her heat, not rubbing, not yet. Just feeling the weight of her desire. And when I leaned down and breathed her in, she shivered so hard I felt it all the way up my arm.

Rachel moaned behind me, her thighs twitching, watching like she wanted to be next.

Claire—of course—was silent. But I caught her watching my shaft like she was taking notes. Her hand slid down to her own inner thigh, spreading herself slowly, deliberately, like she was syncing her rhythm to my own.

I smiled again. Slower this time.

Predator smile.

“Touch me,” I ordered Evie.

She obeyed instantly—her fingers wrapping around my cock, sticky and warm from her own body still coating it. She stroked once. Twice. Slow. Reverent.

“You’re leaking,” she whispered. “Still so hard…”

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t need to.

Because I could feel the part of me rising again—not just lust, not just hunger. Ownership. The kind that curled inside a devil’s chest when he knew he’d earned their gasps and whimpers and devotion.

I kissed her—finally—and not gently.

I devoured her.

My tongue slid past her lips, and she moaned into me, her thighs wrapping around my hips as I pressed myself between them again, grinding my shaft along her folds without pushing in.

“Wait—wait—” she whispered, trembling. “I’m still—”

“I know,” I said. “That’s why it’s perfect.”

She gasped when I rolled my hips again, sliding along her slick heat, teasing her entrance just enough to make her back arch.

I didn’t need to thrust yet.

Because right now?

I was playing.

With all of them.

And they loved it.

Rachel kissed my neck from behind, leaving soft hickeys down to my shoulder. Claire kissed my spine, trailing her fingers along my balls from behind with feather-light teasing that made me bite my lip.

The scent of sex was thick in the air now. The heat of bodies, the sweat, the groans, the taste of power hanging like smoke.

And me?

I wasn’t just part of it.

I was it.

The center of the flame.

Their devil.

Their desire.

And help them…

They hadn’t even seen me unleashed yet.

The room was drenched in heat, and I don’t mean the kind from the thermostat. It was thick. Heavy. The kind of heat that made your lungs ache when you breathed it in. The bed creaked under our bodies, soaked in sweat and musk and something deeper—mine. My scent. My seed. My hunger.

They writhed around me, glowing with afterglow and still wanting more. And I?

My breath came slow, deep. I leaned back on my heels, hands spread across Rachel’s hips, watching her tremble. Her body still slick from the last round, chest rising in stuttering gasps, lips bitten raw.

Claire was beside her, legs tangled in sheets, her eyes half-lidded as she traced circles on her stomach, watching me. Evie sprawled like a fox in a nest, tails twitching, thighs still glistening with the proof of what we’d done. All three of them marked. Bruised. Kissed. Mine.

And still…

Their eyes said it.

More.

Something snapped open inside me. Not rage. Not even lust.

Permission.

I let it out—not with a roar, but with a smile.

My back arched slightly, breath catching in my throat as the magic twisted down my spine. Not the full shift. No molten aura. Just enough for them.

The tentacles slipped into existence—smoky and dark, coiling from my shoulder blades, my lower back, like second thoughts given form. They shimmered in the candlelight, pulsing with the same rhythm as my heartbeat.

Rachel gasped first. “Azrael…”

I didn’t answer.

I let one trail across her thigh.

She shivered.

Evie’s eyes lit up. “You’re finally done playing nice, huh?”

Claire didn’t speak. But her thighs pressed together slowly. Anticipation. Calculation.

I leaned forward, one hand dragging up Claire’s leg, the other gliding across Evie’s stomach. My fingers curled under the curve of her breast—not gently. Just enough to remind her who she’d let pull her apart already.

“You begged for me,” I said, voice low and dark. “Now you get all of me.”

They didn’t breathe.

My tentacles moved—slow, teasing. One wrapped around Rachel’s ankle and dragged it wider. Another traced the curve of Claire’s waist, making her arch. A third danced its way across Evie’s inner thigh, just brushing her folds without pressure.

They gasped.

Rachel reached for me, breath catching. Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft—still hard, still flushed, still aching with leftover need. She stroked once. Twice. Her thumb brushed under the tip, and my breath hitched.

“You like being watched?” she whispered, voice shaky but bold. “We’re all watching now.”

Claire moved behind me. Her fingers slid around my waist, one hand stroking my abs, the other cupping between my legs—warm, confident. She traced along the seam between my thighs with a touch that was both reverent and possessive. She didn't rush. Just held me.

“You’re still so full,” she murmured, lips brushing my nape.

Evie reached up from below, her fingers dancing along the underside of my shaft, tongue flicking out just enough to taste the heat still there. Her lips parted slightly as she exhaled against me, her voice pure wicked velvet.

“We broke you,” she whispered, “and you're still this hard?”

I groaned, low in my chest. One of the tentacles curled around Evie’s breast, pinching just enough to make her yelp. Another dragged between Claire’s legs, slow and indulgent, her breath catching as she bucked against it.

Rachel climbed into my lap again, dragging the head of my cock along her slick entrance without taking me in.

“I want you again,” she moaned.

But I stopped her. Held her still.

“Not yet,” I said.

Because now?

Now I was in control.