The Call of the Wolf

Cal the Stalker

I followed them to Damian's Woodwork Workshop in the town centre. The town centre was shared territory. It was decided long ago that certain amenities were needed by all even though the boarder was clearly padt the centre. Those from the pack oppisite had to travel certain roads to get to the centre. The wolf Jace did so.

I was suprised when they pulled up as Damian was a member of my pack. Why would they attend his class so blatently? Had they no pride in their own pack? To choose to be taught by another pack was a sign of weakness and submission. What was this Alpha thinking?

I took the back alley enterence and hid in the back room to watch the main workshop. I inwardly chastised myself. Who currently has no pride?

As they entered I couldn't hrlp but appreciate Kate's beauty. She was dressed casually, but her jeans were tight and showed her curves and luscious arse. He make up drew attention to her beautiful eyes and her lips looked moist. I began to imagine where I vould make use of those lips and my erection grew.

She sat down and she wriggled her bottom to get comfortable. Groaning at how sexy she was I knew I couldn't make it. Her scent began to fill the room and dhe swivlled on the stool so that I vould see her beautiful face concentrate on hhe demonstration and as she leaned forward her sumptuous breasts were pusged together and up. I would love to slide my d**k between them. I unzipped my pants and slid my hand up and diwn my member, imagining it between her breasts, then then her lips running up and gown it and finally pumpingnit into her wet folds. It didn't take long to climax. The realease made it far easier to concentrate but I had become a peeping tom stalker in my lewd act.

I refocused and listened in on Kate and Jace, determined to unravel their relationship, and who my mate really is.