Chapter Twelve: Shameless Fanservice
Click, clack, click, clack, Carly's high heels echoed down the walls of the Institute's main hallway.
Boys in line dropped all pretense of subtlety and lost formation to check her out. They were practically drooling. The group pushed each other aside to get a better look.
Her skirt swished regularly. It was a bit higher than she preferred, not even half-way down her thighs, the poofy material rose away from her legs, meaning that the slightest breeze would expose her. Every time she turned, it whipped after her, brushing her legs.
"Oh…" She let out a slight moan. Wearing these clothes was a play on her part. She wanted attention.
Leaders across the school were busy trying to get their dogs in line as she walked up to the visitor's office. She knocked on the window, and held up a copy of the school's bylaws, "Any student may, at any time during the regular school year, be pulled from his place to be briefed regarding interests in current events." It was there to allow pack leaders to pound their dogs any time they wanted to, or pull those dogs out for a mission.
Carly straightened her baby-tee. It was far tighter, and far smaller than what she was used to. She bent over, adjusting the strap on her right shoe. Snapping back up, she added, "I need to see Benson, F."
"I know."
Carly was escorted to a visitor's room. The wall was red. It was painted white. The red was not paint. She shuddered.
Footsteps signaled his arrival. She straightened her hair wanting to look good for her boyfriend. She giggled, boyfriend.
Fixing her make-up one last time, the young woman braced herself for what would no doubt be a horrifying sight. Good Wolf got beat up- a lot. He fought Jonah upon his return to Seattle, was beaten in punishment, got beat up by Griffin throughout the semester, had been attacked by an FBI officer, and a fellow Institute dog, went through a door on a motorcycle, had rough sex, had been starved in the wilderness and now returned to an abusive school.
The boy was not good at avoiding beatings.
The door opened. Carly stiffened immediately. Griffin stepped into the room. He growled lustfully, "All for me?"
She crossed her arms, "I am going to speak to Freddie, now!'
He smirked, "Yeah… I guess you are. But first, I want you to know something."
Her ex-boyfriend backed her into a corner, "You think he loves you. That's his biggest weakness. And if I pinned you to the floor, and raped you in front of him, he probably would not stop me. Good Wolf is mine. And very soon, I will have you. I want you to think about that. Because someday, I know you'll betray him. And then I'll have him rape you. Period. "
She swallowed, "Freddie is mine, and I will never, ever belong to you. Never have. I have always been only his, period!"
Griffin's eyebrow rose, but he only said, "I'll be right outside the door."
Freddie breathed heavily walking in. He had sores all over his body. After his beating on the playground, he had been locked in a cell with Sam for a few days. Habitually, some boys were brought down to 'play' with her. That's how dogs were taught cruelty; the more she screamed, the more approval earned- and it was hard to make her scream. Yet they managed... he could only protect her so much.
Getting pulled out of his cell was not a good sign. Neither was seeing Griffin. Then-
"Freddie." He heard his name, from that voice. In an instant everything was okay. Then that instant ended.
"Carly, what are you doing-" a kiss cut him off.
She shut the door behind him, and kept kissing him. Through the box window, she saw Griffin watching them. That was not good. Freddie needed to understand, and she may as well show everyone who she was truly with. Carly decided that Griffin had to know just who she belonged to. Only one man got to touch her, got to feel her from the inside.
Her boyfriend forgot all sense of pain while here. All those hours in the sweat box and in a cell, and being beaten out on the playground disappeared. He was a man, here with his woman. Not a wolf, but a human being in love. Her soft skin reminded him of how he felt around her, what he wanted to feel. Freddie hated his hardness. He wanted to be soft-hearted, and loving, not a terrifying monster who killed people. (But didn't he have to be hard, to survive?) Carly's kiss brought out the best in him.
Freddie was kissing her back. Her hands moved over his sore body, finally finding purchase on his back that did not cause him discomfort. His hands came up to her breasts.
Pulling down on her shirt, he saw a Build-A-Bra with his name across the right and left cups. She looked at him for approval. He smiled. This was... a complete fantasy. It had to be, too good to be true. The boy peeled it off, exposing her further, gaining much approval from his girlfriend.
Carly moaned in his ear a little too loudly. It was time for Griffin to see that Freddie owned her, and no one else. They stayed like that, him pinning her to the door, rubbing her chest, "Please," She brought his hands low, "For me?"
He lifted her skirt up her thighs.
"Momma is here," Freddie murmurred.
She blinked confused, and then put it together. He was not talking about that he was telling her that Sam was at the school. Okay, that made sense. He brought her underwear down and backed against the door for leverage. Griffin's eyes burned into his ex's for a moment before she turned to stare her lover in the eyes.
"Thank you."
"I worry about you."
"I'm not alone."
"You're safe?"
He looked at her in confusion, and then brought her body down on his.
"Ah! We're not alone!"
His breathing had become ragged. Forgetting all pretense, he figured it out, "You are coming for me?"
Her body pulsed with his. Luckily, she was strong enough to not cause him too much pain. He grunted with effort, pushing her up and down, and she helped. The wolf inside him howled for more- completely unsated. Carly pushed her breasts into his face, receiving far more pleasure than their first night together.
Finally, she came up with an answer, "I'll be done soon. Just let me know."
Her mouth went wide and she stopped moving, "Oh my- oh, oh…!" Her eyes clenched, and she gripped him with her arms and legs, "Oh… ah…!"
Carly went slack when he dropped her against the wall. Her breathing slowed. Finally, she smiled up at him. Freddie was putting his pants back on. They hugged one another, holding on for dear life.
"I love you."
He doubled over and brought something out of his pocket: a black ribbon. He tied it around her neck, "I thought you lost this, Freddie..."
"I got it back. I will be coming for it, too."
She smiled, "I'll be coming for you. I promise."