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It had been ages since she’d let her hunger get this bad.

Her head throbbed, her vision blurred.

Steeling herself, she plunged into the depths of the dancefloor that smelled of sweat and other bodily fluids.

She found an unfamiliar repulsion to the scent that usually excited her succubus.

She pulled a pretty blonde with a shimmering silver dress.

Her eyes slid over Rowan, and a familiar gleam of desire lit them up.

She was at least three inches taller than Rowan, but she followed the pull of the succubus’ hand as it settled on the arch of her back.

“Want to fuck?” It was crude, but effective, especially when Rowan’s power detected the spot on the woman’s body that would bend her will.

She slid her tail over the back of the woman’s knee up to her hip, and traced a fingernail from the bottom of her ear to the tip of her chin as Rowan brought her face down to her.

“Woah, woah, how about an introduction first?” Good. She could consent. Rowan brushed her lips softly over the tip of the woman’s nose. It was a rare place to find pleasure, but the diversity in her partners had been far-reaching.

“I’m what you’ve been waiting for.” Rowan whispered. “Now, will you surrender yourself to me or not?”

The woman let out a breathy sigh before she melted.

It should have been sweet. The taste of sexual energy coincided with the scent of the individual and her chosen partner smelled like warm blueberries.

They’d moved away from the dancefloor into a dark corner of the club, where other couples were taking advantage of the lack of attention as everyone minded their own business.

The woman gave up all control as Rowan’s fingers worked underneath the dress.

She was playing with Rowan’s nipples as their tongues danced in rhythm to the music that vibrated their bodies.

She was a delightful treat but her succubus didn’t find any nutrition in the soft sweetness the woman offered even after she shuddered her completion.

It wasn’t enough. Rowan felt as empty as she’d begun. A separate set of hands came from behind. She turned to take in the sight of a black-haired man who swooped his head down for a kiss in an opening she hadn’t meant to create.

Sandalwood was heady on the man’s neck as the blonde, feeling left out, attached her mouth to Rowan’s neck.

Pleasure assaulted Rowan as it normally would when engaging in this type of feast, but even with the added body and offered energy, it wasn’t enough.

Two more hours of dissatisfaction were all the succubus allowed.

Perhaps it was a matter of location? She glanced at the collection of people that had gathered.

They were desperate for each other. Tits and cocks bouncing in a dance of uninhibited passion.

She watched for a moment, hoping something would click into place and begin ebbing away at her hunger, but nothing changed.

She cursed as she phased to another club.

She lost track of time, her desperation for relief showing her the images of the last time she’d actually felt satisfied.

Or more precisely, who had brought about that satisfaction; Alessandro, the fucking Dragon King.

She’d be dead before she begged for him to help her.

Hadn’t she said she’d never need him?

But soon her pride was deteriorating the longer she went without being fulfilled.

She called her mother to let her know she’d be going off-grid for a while and to spread the word to everyone else.

Rowan dropped into her first ever feeding frenzy.

Her mother had long ago warned that as emotion-based creatures, she and her sisters needed to protect their hearts from those who didn’t deserve it.

If they had the unfortunate luck of having their hearts moved by someone who didn’t want them in return, they’d have to wipe the taste of that individual from their tongues with what she’d called a feeding frenzy.

Out of all the sisters, the only one who had needed to go on such a journey was Axel. Not only once, but three times. She’d hopped from town to town, building harems dedicated to the goal of making her forget.

The last time it had happened, Axel had been gone for a month. When Rowan hunted her down, Axel was so lost in pleasure that she reacted with vicious violence as Rowan dragged her away.

The harem joined their succubus in brutality.

Lexine didn’t allow Rowan to leave the infirmary for an entire week when they made it back to the castle. The mission cost Rowan a broken arm, a concussion, and her hair.

Vain as it was, it was the loss of her hair that stung the most. She’d been growing it out for years, aiming to get it longer than Lexine’s.

It took a lot of coaxing from her eldest sister, and tons of styling sessions with Louisa to accept that she could rock a pixie cut which she had now grown out to reach her shoulders.

It was an entire week into her own feeding frenzy that Rowan felt the barrier around RLK Magical Disaster Services’ brownstone shatter. Pain rocked her body with the force of the attack.

The dimming of one of her bonds followed.

Shock roiled through her as she pushed the male away and shot to her feet.

“Hey! We’re not done.” The man grabbed her tail as she began pulling down on the short denim skirt she’d worn.

Her hackles rose, and the punch met his nose before she could even think straight.

She barely checked that he was still breathing before she phased out.

When the world reformed around her, she was dumbstruck by the vision. At her feet were splinters of window shutters and glass shining with the reflection of the rising sun. The entire brownstone lay decimated. Sirens bellowed in the distance.

Her steps on the debris sounded just as distant as her magic crawled out of her to search for any sign of life without her bidding.

“Dew.” She whispered. Pushing past the pain of molding magic to her command with her hunger at such a critical place, her arms rose.

Kin and Louisa both phased in and each reacted at the same time she did, Louisa concentrating on putting out the fire as Rowan raised the rubble and Kin sprinted forward to reach the only source of life.

Dumping the rubble into piles around them, she and Louisa grasped hands while Kin began compressions with his pinky finger.

He twisted magic to help boost healing along the body of the blue-haired fairy whose entire body had turned sooty from the fire.

Focusing her above average senses, she waited to hear Dew’s heart begin its hummingbird beat.

Instead, Rowan listened to it slow and slow until it stopped.

Kin continued his attempt to revive her for a couple more minutes before he lowered his hand to the ground and cast his eyes away.

Rowan felt her stomach turn sour. Storm clouds rolled in from the distance. She tried to will her power back into her body, knowing if she lost control, she wouldn’t be able to regain it easily.

But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Dew’s body and different scenarios swirled in her head. What were her last moments like? Her fury grew. Thunder rattled her teeth.

“Ro.” Louisa’s voice was soft, her grip tight.

Rowan let out her held breath, snatched her eyes away from the body and dropped Louisa’s hand. She wanted to walk off the excess energy coursing through her veins, but she was so angry, and the tears were so big and fat she felt like she was drowning as she kept her sobs locked away.

Was it the Coven who had attacked? She felt she knew it was, but she had no proof. That was until her trembling legs got her to the edge of the rubble, where she felt a familiar magic signature.