Seven Sins System Chapter 766. I’m Not a Treat
Seven Sins System Chapter 766. I’m Not a Treat
Penelope saw it first.
She stepped forward like she’d been waiting for hours, her vampire grace almost too fluid to track. Her hands went straight to my thighs, kneeling between them without hesitation, mouth already open as if assuming she could just take what she wanted.
I stopped her with a single hand.
Fingers curled in her hair.
Firm.
She froze, blinking up at me.
“I’m still hard,” I said quietly.
Her lips parted in confusion, a flicker of something like offense crossing her face.
“You thought you could just ride me?” I asked. “Like I’m a prize left on the desk after a long day?”
She blinked again. Her cheeks flushed, pale skin pinking beneath the surface. She didn’t answer.
“That’s cheating,” I said simply, brushing a thumb along her cheek. “I’m not a treat.”
Penelope’s eyes darkened with desire.
I tilted my head, glancing past her.
“Katrina.”
She jolted slightly at the sound of her name.
Still behind me, leaning half-casually against the edge of the desk, she stiffened, caught mid-thought. I could see the tension in her fingers, the anticipation in her breath. She’d been watching everything, memorizing it.
I turned my full attention to her.
“Seduce me,” I said, voice low, sharp like a knife sliding across velvet. “I’ll give you what you want.”
There was a silence.
Then Katrina stepped forward, slowly, carefully, like a predator finally closing the distance.
Penelope moved aside without being told.
This wasn’t her turn.
Katrina didn’t rush.
Her footsteps were soft against the floor, the only sound in the room aside from our breathing. The scent of blood, sweat, lust, and something colder, her scent, like winter roses and frostbitten wine, wrapped around her like perfume. She didn’t crawl. She didn’t beg.
She presented.
Her pale skin shimmered faintly under the low light, bare now, the last of her clothes discarded at some point I hadn’t noticed. Her hair spilled down her shoulders like ink, framing her sharp, perfect features. Her eyes, those icy things, never left mine.
She didn’t speak.
Instead, she moved to the chair and, without hesitation, sat sideways across my lap, her legs draped over the armrest, her body half-reclined against mine. The warmth of her skin was immediate. Cool, but not lifeless. Inviting. Her hand slid across my chest, nails just barely grazing, and her lips pressed against my jawline.
Kiss. Pause. Breathe.
Again.
Slow.
Calculated.
“I don’t need tricks,” she whispered finally. “I’m not like her.”
Her lips ghosted over my neck, the place Red had bitten earlier. Her tongue flicked the mark gently, reverently, and she felt my breath hitch.
She smiled.
“I don’t need to beg for your attention,” she murmured. “I earn it.”
I didn’t respond.
I didn’t have to.
Because she was doing it. Earning it.
Her fingers moved to my chest, pressing into the muscle there, her other hand sliding down my stomach, stopping just before it became something more. She leaned in, her breasts pressing against my side, full and soft and cold like silk in snow.
Her voice stayed close to my ear.
“I’ve watched you,” she whispered.
She kissed the underside of my jaw. Light. Feathered.
“I know how you breathe when you’re angry. I know how you grip the chair when you’re trying not to snap.”
Her teeth grazed my throat.
“I know what you taste like when you’re half starved. And I know… what makes you break.”
I grinned.
Now this was seduction.
“You’ve been holding back,” I muttered.
Katrina finally lifted her face fully into view, straddling me now, her knees sinking on either side of the chair, her body aligning with mine. Her mouth was an inch from mine, her breath laced with magic and hunger.
“I wanted to make you crave it,” she whispered. “Not just need it. Crave it.”
I reached up and tangled my hand in her hair, gripping it just enough to tilt her head back. Her breath caught, her neck arched. Her skin stretched smooth and pale like porcelain lit from within.
I kissed her.
Hard.
No more testing.
I claimed her mouth, tasting her. The cold of her vampire blood mixed with something sweet, like bruised fruit and danger. She moaned into the kiss, her hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging in. Her body pressed against mine like she wanted to fuse us together.
And beneath us, the chair groaned.
I flipped her.
Not harshly. Not violently.
But fast enough to make her gasp, to send her back flat against the massive desk, legs dangling off the edge, eyes wide as I stood above her. Still naked. Still hard.
Her breath hitched. “That’s not fair…”
“You wanted a storm,” I said. “You got it.”
I leaned over her, one hand on her throat, not squeezing, just a reminder.
A warning.
A promise.
Penelope stood off to the side now, breathing hard, her thighs pressed together. Watching. Waiting. Red was seated again near the corner, one hand brushing her breast absentmindedly as she watched her daughter take her place. The glow of her runes still lingered. Her eyes were half-lidded and ravenous.
“Azrael…” Katrina whispered.
I kissed her throat. Felt her pulse flutter under my lips.
Her thighs trembled.
“You want me?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Say it right.”
She blinked, dazed. “P-Please…”
I growled into her skin, and she shivered under me.
“That’s better.”
She whimpered.
Her back arched.
My hands slid down her body, memorizing every inch. The cold of her skin. The way her stomach quivered under my touch. The way her thighs opened when I pressed between them, her breath hitching like she was seconds from breaking.
She looked up at me like I was everything.
Because I was.
“You’ve waited long enough,” I said, voice rough.
Her body tensed.
Her eyes locked onto mine.
“Then take me,” she breathed.
And I did.
Katrina arched beneath me the moment our bodies met, her breath catching in a raw, broken sound that hit straight down my spine. Her nails scraped across my arms, her legs curling instinctively around my waist. I didn't rush. I didn’t need to. The power shift had already happened. She was mine the moment she said my name like that. My lord. Not a title. A truth.