Seven Sins System Chapter 769. Good Girls

Seven Sins System Chapter 769. Good Girls

Penelope’s mouth worked lower. Katrina licked her way back up. Red whispered promises behind my ear, words meant for demons, meant to pull at the tether between self and sin.

And I?

I closed my eyes for just a second.

Just one.

And said their names.

“Penelope.”

“Katrina.”

“Red.”

All three stilled.

I opened my eyes again, and the power behind them must’ve shown, because their expressions changed. Just slightly.

“Good girls,” I said.

Then I smiled.

“But we’re not done yet.”

And they knew it.

The air around us had changed. Not just hot. Not just charged. It was heavy with something older. Deeper. That edge of feral tension just before a storm breaks and the world remembers who commands it.

Me.

Azrael.

Red didn’t ask for permission this time. She didn’t need to. She crawled up between my legs again, her fingers splayed across my thighs, her breath dragging across my skin like silk soaked in fire. Her eyes glowed, not just with lust, but recognition. Reverence.

She kissed the inside of my thigh.

And I inhaled sharply.

The trail of her lips left goosebumps. Every movement deliberate, slow, designed to unravel me while still reminding me who was kneeling. Her tongue circled, tasted, teased, never fully giving, always just enough to make my muscles tense.

Behind her, Katrina moved next.

She didn’t go for the obvious. No, she slid beside the chair, pressed her lips to my neck again, and whispered my name like a spell. Her breath was cool, a contrast to the heat building inside me. She kissed under my jaw, then lower, her hand pressing gently against my chest, grounding me.

“I want to feel your heart beat faster,” she whispered.

“You already are,” I said, voice low.

She smiled and kissed me again, slower this time. Her fangs grazed my lower lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make my jaw clench.

And Penelope?

She climbed up into my lap without hesitation, straddling me while Red still knelt between us. Her thighs pressed against mine, skin flushed, lips swollen from earlier kisses. She leaned in, chest to chest, and captured my mouth in hers. No teasing. No games. Just a raw, desperate kiss that tasted like hunger and heat and lightning.

Her hips rocked forward, grinding down against my abs, her body shuddering with every inch of contact. My hands slid to her waist, holding her steady, guiding her rhythm, even though I could feel her trembling.

“I need you,” she breathed into my mouth. “I can’t wait.”

“Then show me,” I growled.

And she did.

They all did.

Red’s hands moved between my legs, her lips following, and I let my head tip back as the pleasure spiked, sudden and sharp. Her tongue was skilled, too skilled, and when she moaned softly at my reaction, it only added fuel to the fire already eating through my self-control.

Katrina kissed down my throat, chest, dragging her tongue along every line of muscle like she was memorizing them. Her hands followed her mouth, fingertips trailing lightly over skin flushed with power and tension.

Penelope kissed me harder, her hands tangling in my hair, her breath hot against my cheek. She pulled back for only a second, panting, her eyes glossy with tears she hadn’t even noticed forming.

“I can feel it,” she whispered. “You’re slipping.”

I didn’t deny it.

Because I was.

The more they touched me, the more I remembered. Not the mask. Not the careful façade. But the truth beneath.

What I really was.

Power.

Dominion.

Greed. Lust. Wrath. All layered together in one living furnace.

I grabbed Penelope’s hips, lifted her slightly, and let Red finish what she started. The moment her lips closed around me, the room tilted. My vision blurred for a second as the heat built fast, unbearable. I clenched my jaw, trying not to lose it too soon.

But she was good.

Too good.

Katrina’s tongue traced my ribs, her fingers digging into my side. Her nails left half-moon marks in my skin. She kissed lower. Then again. And then she moved around behind the chair, pressing herself to my back, arms wrapping around my shoulders like chains, mouth pressed against the shell of my ear.

“Let go,” she whispered. “Come undone.”

And I did.

The release hit like fire.

Every nerve lit up. My spine arched. My hands gripped too tight. My body tensed. I let out a sound I hadn’t made in years, half growl, half broken groan, and I came hard, all control gone, vision white for a heartbeat.

Red swallowed every bit of it like it was a sacrament.

Penelope’s mouth was still on mine when it happened. She shuddered when she felt it. When she knew.

Katrina held me through it, her hands splayed across my chest, grounding me like ice on fire.

And still…

I wasn’t done.

Not even close.

The girls looked shocked when I stood up.

Still hard.

Still burning.

I grabbed Red by the waist without a word, turned, and set her on the desk like a doll made of fire and silk. Her legs spread instinctively. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up.

“Azrael—?”

I didn’t answer.

I kissed her hard, one hand sliding up to her throat, the other gripping her thigh. She moaned against my lips, the sound half-wrecked already, and her fingers clawed at my back.

I didn’t just kiss her.

I claimed her.

She was mine.

Every part of her, sight, sound, breath, name, belonged to me.

I pulled back just enough to see her face.

“Say it.”

“Yours,” she gasped.

“Louder.”

“YOURS!”

Then I moved.

She cried out, her back arching, eyes slamming shut as her body responded to mine without resistance. Every sound she made, every breath, every desperate plea for more, it fed the inferno inside me.

I didn’t stop when she trembled.

I didn’t stop when she came.

Not until she went silent, mouth open, body twitching, brain blank.

Then I turned to Penelope.

She didn’t wait.