Note to reader: Okay gang, first off i want to say sorry for taking so long in continuing the Dark series. I have got my first ever job at a uniform shop...for kids and since its that wonderful time of year known as the summer holidays I havent had a moment to myself let alone to write. Plus *Cough* I also publish fanfictions so they've taken some of my time too. I'm really sorry and please dont hate me but at least I'm back-ish. The truth is, is that i hate uploading stories I havent finished, there is a whole amount of unfinished fictions on my hard-drive and its disgusting. But that is why one, I implore that you give me some input so that I can complete this story and two, why this is being published as a sequel and not the last in a trilogy. Book number two is on the back burner so instead of Dan the bear we have Leon the lion. That only means I can then widen the scope to more than shifters...did someone say that the shifters have a distant cousin that lives of blood...hmm dunno if i'm going down that road, though there is a story on literotica that i wish to reload...anywho enough of my insane ramblings and on with the show.
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Prologue
León Dubois stirred on the hard mattress pulling the too short blanket over his bared chest. His actions only served to bare his toes to the coldness of night.
Growling he tucked his knees against his chest, brushing against a warm fragrant body. Growing still he pushed himself up on his elbows, watching the sleeping face through a curtain of red curls.
The young woman's mouth was small and plumb, her top lip arching ever so slightly. Small puffs of air breezed against his cheek as he leant closer. With careful movements he brushed the locks from her face, revealing the round contours of her face.
Dark rouge lashes fanned her cheeks and delicate eyebrows accentuated large brown eyes. Though they were hidden from him now, León knew their exact colour. A deep chocolate rimmed with dark blue. Her small button nose twitched as she felt the heat from his body and slowly she blinked those chocolate eyes open.
"Morning." She croaked, sleep hampering her vocal chords.
León smiled, kissing her softly. She yielded to him instantly, her tongue stroking his just as gently. León could feel fire burning in his stomach as he grew aroused.
Without provocation his hips began to grind against hers, needing to sate the lust only she could produce. Using immense willpower León pulled away from her.
They had spent the night tussled in the sheets and he had not been as gentle with her as he would have liked. Even now, as she followed his retreating body, she displayed signs of soreness.