Hibernation Point ≡ Go for Gold

She was strange, so pale—so pale. Conditioned hatred and bile rose up his throat at the sight of her, but that enticing scent could not be denied.

And her voice, too, so level and cultured.

Perhaps the children of light were not so detestable after all.

I will, Vasya promised, his voice husky. He stepped confidently up to the plate, rubbing his jaw along hers, if she'd allow, then her shoulder, her ribs. . .

All the while taking her backside in his sights, and enjoying the view.

Oh, so sinful! 

His father was rolling in the grave.

And yet, none of it mattered in the wake of desire. The first time he'd been truly tested, and he was cracking like a bird's egg dislodged from the nest.