After leaving the cafeteria, Addison stopped in the corridor leading to the stairs, clutching her chest as she tried to steady her erratic heartbeat. Heat coursed through her veins, her body trembling as desire threatened to overwhelm her.
"Great," she muttered through clenched teeth, forcing herself to shove the feeling back down. This wasn't her Palace; she was still in someone else's territory, and the thought of losing control here terrified her.
What if it happened again? What if she couldn't suppress the thing inside her and ended up devouring more of her mates' vitality than she should? The idea of harming them made her stomach twist.
She prayed her hunger was nothing like that of a succubus. A succubus drained men dry, leaving them frail husks, powerless and hollow once their limited vitality was consumed. Addison couldn't bear to imagine her mates suffering the same fate.
