The Alpha’s Guardian

Chapter 5

The next day I am sitting down for lunch. I had spent most of the morning studying and finishing up homework and I desperately needed a break. The cafeteria is empty. I guess most of the students live off campus so during the week hardly anyone uses it. It is fine with me I am enjoying the peace and quiet. I have just flipped to the next page in my book when I hear someone clear their throat and sit across from me. I look up to see Brad straddling the bench across from me.

“Hello,” he says in that deep rich voice of his.

I blink a couple of times and then say, “What are you doing here? I thought you were home with your p-family.”

He chuckles at my near slip of the tongue. “After I saw you yesterday afternoon, I decided I wanted to head back early.”

I c**k my head, “Really?”

“Really, you fascinate me.”

I stare at him in disbelief and sarcasm. He laughs again. “So, what are your plans for today?” he asks.

I close my book and hold it up.

“Well, that does look like fun, but how about I show you around Macon?”

“I don’t know.” I tell him.

“Come on. I know you are not from around here. Canada, correct?”

“Yes, north of Vancouver. A small hamlet called XXXXXX.”

“You’re a part of the wild packs?!” He whistles. “They are not known for being very social.”

I look around the cafeteria to see if anyone is listening. No one is paying us any attention, so I relax back into my chair.

“We are not wild we just prefer to keep to ourselves.” I say between clinched teeth.

He laughs, “Form what I have heard that is an understatement. The packs in Canada tends to stay hidden in the woods and they are still believed to be almost feral.”

I roll my eyes at him. “We are secluded not wild. Believe or not we have the electricity, vehicles, and even the internet.” I reach into my bag and pull out my cell phone. “We even have cell phones.”

He plucks the cell phone from my hand and starts typing away on it. It is not password protected. I never saw the need to set it up. But I am starting to reconsider that.

“Hey, give that back.”

Brad smiles and hands me my phone. I look and see he has added his contact information into it and sent himself a message, so he has my number as well.

“There,” he states. “Now you call me whenever you want.”

I scowl at him, and he leans back a bit and grins.

“So, what about that tour?” he asks.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Oh, come one. I am sorry about what I said about your pack. Let me make it up to you.”

I eye him.

“One hour. If after an hour you are still annoyed with me, I will drop you off and never speak to you again.” He grins at me.

I take a deep breath and say, “Fine.”

Brad looks so happy, and he stands up quickly grabbing my bag from the floor next to me. As we exit the cafeteria, he slings my bag across his shoulder and leads me to a motorcycle. Of course, he rides a motorcycle. He climbs on and hands me a helmet. I put it one and climb on behind him. We take off and I must admit I enjoy the wind on my face. It is almost like running as wolf, free and fast.

Over the next hour Brad runs me all over town showing me beautiful overlooks and historical houses. There is a house that is a museum now that has a cannon ball still lodged in a wall. Hey, were closed for some special event when we stopped there, but Brad told me he would take me back later if I wanted to check it out. We end the tour at a quiet cemetery.

“This is Rose-Hill Cemetery. It is one of the oldest ones around. The Allman Brother are buried here.”

“Allman, who?”

He chuckles. “They were members of a famous American band.”

I nod and continue to stroll through the winding paths covered in green vines and grass. There are weathered statues and tombstones everywhere, many covered in the green vines. The place is quiet and peaceful. Yet there is a sense of sadness as I roam through the gravestones.

A few minutes later we are back at Brad’s bike. He reaches out and holds my hand and looks me in the eyes, “Do we continue the tour, or do I take you back to the dorms?”

I groan and roll my eyes, “Continue.”

Brad smiles broadly and pulls me into a hug. He steps back and mounts his bike, slinging my bag back across his shoulders. “Let’s go.”

I put the helmet back on and climb behind him. A few hours later I think I have seen the entire City as well as some of the smaller towns outside of the city. As it starts getting dark, Brad pulls up to a small restaurant call the Wolf’s Den.

“Really?” I ask him.

“I know, I know. But the food is good. It is also really close to the campus.”

I hate to admit but the food was good. Brad called it southern home cooking. There were vegetables I have never seen and more fried food than I could imagine. When we are done, I walk out with Brad happy and full. As we reach his bike his reaches for my hand and pulls me to a stop.

“Do you have any plans for tonight.”

I look at him and our hands. “Maybe a quick nap and then I need to finish my homework.”

“Could I convince you to finish your homework later and do something with me instead?” Brad pulls me closer to him.

I smile up at him. I am maybe a couple inches shorter than he is. I am tall for a female. I am used to men being my height or shorter, so it is nice to be looking up at him instead of down.

“Hum, what were you thinking?”

He shrugs and looks shyly at me, “Maybe a movie at my place?” He then pauses looks at me and stops and then states, “Or there are pool halls, dance clubs, or bars all over the place.”

I laugh. “The movie sounds great.”

He grins. “Great. Let’s go.”

We are not 30 minutes into the movie when I fall asleep. I am not sure how long I am out. I wake up all snuggles up on the couch with this hard abrasive pillow. I place my hand on the pillow to try to adjust it to make it more comfortable and realize it is not a pillow at all, it’s Brad’s thigh. I had fallen asleep and put my head in his lap. I am mortified. I leap up and shift away from him.

“Good evening, sleeping beauty. You were not kidding when you said you needed a nap.”

I wipe at my mouth making sure there is no droll and look quickly to his lap breathing a sigh of relief that I do not see any wet spots on his jeans. “I am so sorry.” I tell him.

Brads arms are spread out along the back of the couch. He shrugs his shoulders. “I didn’t mind.”

I stand and look around the room for a clock, “What time is it?”

“Almost 8:30,” Brad tells me. He stands as well.

“I need to head back to the dorm.” I go to my bag and pull my phone out. I am opening the Uber app that Beth helped me set up earlier this week. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll just call a car.”

Brad walks up in front of me and places his hand on my phone and pushes it down. “You don’t need to call a car; I’ll take you back.”

I look up into his eyes. He is smiling. He pushes some of my bed hair behind my ear and traces his finger along my jaw line. “I really enjoyed spending the day with you,” he tells me.

“Me too,” I tell him.

The hand that was tracing my jaw slide down my arm. “Can I kiss you?” he asks.

Oh, yes, I think but I only nod. Brad smiles wider and slips his arm around my waist to pull me closer. His other hand comes up and caress my face and then his lips press onto my lips. Moments later I open to him, and he deepens the kiss tangling his finger into my hair. I reach my arms up and put one around his waist and the other across his shoulders. There is passion and heat in this kiss. There is also an intensity with both our alpha’s blood fighting for dominance. We break apart in what felt like hours but was only a few minutes. We are both breathing heavy and looking intensely into each other eyes.

Brad is the first to step back. “Let me get you back home.”

All I could do is nod. I pick up my bag and Brad takes it from me.

The entire ride back my mind is buzzing. My body is hot and humming. I have never been with another alpha before. All the guys I have dated have been below me in rank and it always colored our relationships. None of them could best my dominance and eventually the relationship would die. Am I really thinking about a relationship with Brad? I can’t get serious with him. I must go back home and prepare to be the next wise woman. It’s not only my pack who is depending on me but other packs as well. But I could have some fun with him.

Brad parks in front of my dorm and I step off the bike.

“Thanks for tonight, it was fun.” I tell him.

“Thank you for giving me a chance to show you around.”

I laugh and reach for my bag. He hands it to me and uses it to drag me forward to kiss me again. This time I pull away. I decided on the ride home. I trace my fingers up his arm and lean forward again to whisper in his ear, “You want to come up?”

He chuckles softly, “yes, I do.” He pulls back a hair and looks directly at me, “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you.”

I laugh, “I am sure.”

He parks his bike and follows me up to my room. I know Beth is not there is there will not be that awkward roommate moment. I drop my bag in the living portion of our suite. Brad looks around surveying my shared space. I grab his hand and lead him to my bedroom. He quietly follows me. There is no reason to pretend why I brought him here. Once we are in my room, I close the door and turn and wrap my arms around him. He pushes me towards the door and kisses me like a demon. Hard and hot and demanding.

I trail my hands down his arms and reach for his shirt. He pauses the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off and drop it on my floor. Then we are kissing again. I run my hands up his torso feeling the tight muscles under the smooth skin. He groans and reaches for the hem of my shirt. I allow him to pull it off and I go to undo my bra when he stops me. He gives me a quick kiss on the nose and turns me and slightly slams me back into the door. Brad then assaults my necks with small bites, kisses and licks. He reaches his hand around my waist and undoes my button to my pants. I can hear the zipper slowly lower. I feel his hand trail down my stomach and under the top of my pants. It sinks lower to he runs his fingers through my folds, teasing my c**t, and then sliding the inside me.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” Brad breaths into my ear.

“No.” I moan back to him as he increases the speed and pressure.

“Thank god,” he bites my neck and turns me back around towards him.

He kisses me again and we turn and stumble to my bed. The next few minutes we are a tangle of limbs and clothes as we try to undress and kiss. When we are both finally naked Brad presses me back to the mattress and starts kissing my shoulder and then my breast. He slowly sinks lower and lower licking and kissing all the way to my most sensitive spot. He blows on my c**t, and I feel my inside clinch. He then kisses and lick along my thighs and knees. I am breathless and want to pressure at my core.

I reach down and pull his hair and he laugh at my instruction to move to my p***y. Finally, he relents and licks my center. He uses his fingers to twist and stroke my c**t while he sucks and taste my juices. I feel my orgasm starts and hips start to move on their own. As I scream out, he pushes me a little longer before he retraces his steps back up to my lips. Once there he pauses and reaches over to his pants that are laying on the floor next to the bed. I hear the package rip and feel his weight shift as he puts on the condom. I am glad he remembered that.

Moments later Brad is over me again looking down at me, he kisses me again and then whisper, “You sure?”

I laugh at him, “Brad I am very sure.”

He slowly starts to enter me, and I feel his fullness and my insides tighten at his entrance. He groans into my neck that I am tight. He presses hard filling me more until I am filled. Once there he pauses and allows me a moment to get use to his size. As I relax, he starts to move steady and maddeningly slow. I pull my legs up and wrap them around his waist. He groans again and kisses me as he starts to speed up a little fast.

“You feel so good,” he tells me.

“So do you,” I tell him. “But if you could speed up a little, I would appreciate it.”

He chuckles and pulls my legs up to his shoulder and changes the angles. He finally starts to hit my G-spot and I moan as his picks up the tempo and pounds me. The next orgasm starts, and I feel it take over my full body. Brad pauses a bit and allows the pleasure to wash over my body. He grins down at me and pulls out.

I groan and he tells me, “Turn over, on all fours.”

I move and feel him come behind me and enter and feel him pound a new spot. I lean my head down on the mattress sticking my butt further in the air. He gives me a playful slap and he continue to pound into me. I feel the next orgasm start and I moan into the mattress, “I am about him cum.”

I feel Brad start to pick up his pace faster and harder. I feel my body tighten and then I feel his releases causing my own release. We collapse on the bed, breathing heavy, covered in sweat and feeling that wonderful drossy post s*x feeling. Brad gets up shortly and I hear as he removes the condom. I am not sure if he will leave, and I do not want to pressure him one way or the other.

I feel the bed dip down again and Brad snuggle up next to me. “Mind if I stay the night?” He asks.

I groan and snuggle into him. “No, that sounds good to me.” I tell me.

I feel his smile in my hair and we settle to sleep. Well sleep for a few hours till we are at it again. As the sun streams into my room, I feel Brad kiss my head and I open my eyes. He is dressed.

“I would wake you for round three, but I am out of condoms.” He tells me.

“I sit up and push my hair out of my eyes. “Your loss.” I tell him

He leans over and kisses my lips. “Yes, yes, it is.”

He stands straight and looks around my room awkwardly. “I actually,” he pauses. He looks so cute and flustered like he is afraid to hurt my feeling. “Need to go. I know you have homework to finish and well... believe it or not so do I.”

I take pity on him and laugh, “It’s fine Brad. I’ll see you later.”

He relaxes and smiles. “Lunch?”

“Sure Cafeteria, noon?”

“Sounds great.” He leans over and kisses me again and lets himself out of my room. I flop back into bed and try to decide if I want to get up and get dress and go back to sleep. The pile of books on the shelf in the room calls my name and I get up and shower. 15 minutes later I am up to my elbows in works.