Chapter 14 - Fisher

The moment I walked outside and saw Justin”s hand on Liz”s leg, I saw red. Everything after that was a blur. All I knew was that I needed to get him off her. I wanted to make him pay for touching her. I wanted to rip him apart.

The wolf inside me raged at my attempts to control him, desperate to get out. I knew I was on the verge of losing it, and I had to stop myself. But even after I pulled him away from Liz and dragged him toward the bonfire, it wasn”t enough. The wolf”s rage still blazed within me.

Now, the heat of the moment pulses in my veins. Justin”s face is twisted in fury, and I can see the red mark on his jaw where my fist connected. His body is tense, and his muscles are coiled like a spring. He lunges at me, his fist raised, but I catch his fist in my palm and redirect his punch toward the ground before shoving him back with all my might. He stumbles backward, falling onto the ground. He tries to get up, but he”s too slow.

I charge toward him, a roar building in my chest as I reach for him. The wolf is demanding vengeance, demanding blood. I leap, landing on top of him and pinning his body to the ground beneath me. I slam my fist into his face over and over again, barely registering the pain from hitting him. He tries to fight back, but I have the advantage of weight, and he”s unable to get up.

All I know is that I need to hit him. I need to punish him for touching Liz. I need to make him pay for the feelings he stirred up inside me.

I hear Liz and Holly shouting my name, but I ignore them. I don”t want anyone to stop me. I”m only dimly aware that other people are rushing toward us, that they”re pulling us apart. It isn”t until someone hauls me off Justin that I realize he isn”t putting up a fight anymore. My chest is rising and falling as I try to catch my breath. My hands are still clenched into fists, my knuckles bloody from the impact of my punches.

”What the hell is wrong with you, Fisher?” David shouts, his eyes wide with surprise. He grabs my shoulders, trying to shake some sense into me. ”What the hell were you thinking?”

I try to answer, but I can”t find the words. All I can feel is the wolf”s fury inside me. He”s desperate for vengeance, for blood.

”What the hell is wrong with you?” David asks again, shaking me by the shoulders. ”Why did you go after Justin?”

I try to shake off their restraining hands, my gaze still locked on Justin, who”s sitting up now. ”You”re lucky they”re holding me back,” I growl at Justin, struggling against the hold of my brother-in-law.

My wolf is clawing at the edges of my consciousness, eager to break free and unleash his fury. But David”s warning growl cuts through my rage.

”Fisher, don”t,” he hisses quietly, his eyes sharp and piercing. ”You can”t shift here. Not with humans watching.”

I grit my teeth, struggling to maintain control. ”I”m trying,” I growl through clenched teeth.

”You”re trying too hard,” he snaps, his grip tightening on my shoulders. ”I can feel your wolf pushing back. Just take a deep breath. You”re going to lose control, and if that happens...”

”I know,” I grumble, resisting the urge to shake off his hands.

David pauses for a moment, and as he releases his grip, I can see the concern on his face. ”What the hell was all that about? You went after Justin like a damn dog with a bone. Why?”

Before I can answer, the screen door slams against the siding of the house and Ram barrels toward us. ”What the hell is going on?” he snarls, his voice thick with fury. ”You two are supposed to be celebrating my birthday! Not fighting over a damn girl!”

My muscles are tense as I rein myself in. Even in this state, I”m not stupid enough to pick a fight with my alpha. That would be suicide.

”He attacked Justin!” someone in the crowd shouts. ”Justin wasn”t even doing anything.”

”Justin had his hands on Liz!” I snap.

“What were you thinking, Fisher?” Ram demands. “You do not attack one of your own!”

I resist the urge to scream out in anger. ”She”s mine,” is all I can manage to get out.

Ram”s shoulders relax a little, and I can”t even look at Liz to see her reaction. I can only imagine the look of horror on her face.

”This is unacceptable, Fisher.” Ram looks between me and Liz. ”Go home. Take the night to calm down. We”ll deal with this tomorrow, when you”re thinking more clearly.”

He turns to Liz and motions for her to leave. She nods silently and heads to the driveway, where she climbs into my truck without so much as glancing over her shoulder. As I turn to leave, Ram places a hand on my shoulder, his voice low and deadly.

”I don”t know what”s going on between you and your wife, but I don”t want to see any more of this nonsense. You hear me? Go home, talk to your wife, and figure it out.”

I give a curt nod, turning on my heel and leaving the party behind.

The engine roars to life as I start the truck, the tension in the cab thick enough to cut with a knife. Liz sits beside me, her arms crossed over her chest, eyes staring out the window into the darkness. I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white, struggling to find the words to break the silence.

”What the hell was that back there, Liz?” My voice is low, filled with frustration.

She turns to me, eyes flashing. ”Me? What the hell was that with Justin? You went ballistic, Fisher. It was like you lost control.”

”I saw him touching you. What did you expect me to do?” My grip tightens on the wheel.

”He was just being friendly!”

I sputter my lips and scoff. ”Friendly? I don”t trust him, Liz. You”re my wife. Mine.”

”He”s not interested in me,” she argues.

”He”s a wolf, too. He could be thinking of you as a mate right now.”

She scoffs. ”He”s not interested in me, Fisher. And that”s rich, coming from you.”

”What the fuck does that mean?” I shout as I peel around the corner, pulling into our driveway.

Liz jumps out of the car without responding, and I jog after her, grabbing her wrist just before she can get to the door. ”Hey, don”t walk away from me when I”m talking to you,” I bark.

She turns around, her eyes blazing, and she snatches her arm back. ”Don”t you fucking touch me! If you want to touch someone, drive your ass back to that party and touch that blonde you were so interested in!”

I clench my fist at my side, trying to resist the urge to shake some sense into her. ”What the fuck are you talking about?”

”Oh, don”t play dumb with me.” She wrenches her arm free and jabs a finger into my chest. ”I heard what you two were talking about. You”re too masculine to go so long without getting any, so you”ve got to fuck some stranger from the party to blow off steam. Go back to her, then. I”m sure she”d be more than happy to fuck you.”

”Liz,” I growl, grabbing her wrist, ”you don”t understand.”

”Really, Fisher?” she hisses, her eyes narrowed. ”Enlighten me, then, please. Because it sounded to me like you”re happy to fuck anything that walks. Or stands. Or maybe even just sits.”

”You think I would do that to you?” I roar, snatching her by the waist and yanking her up against me. ”That was my ex-girlfriend.”

She wiggles against me, trying to break free, but that only serves to encourage me to tighten my grip. ”How the fuck is that any better?”

”Because I don”t want anyone else,” I snarl, my grip tightening as she continues to squirm. ”Especially not Jessa.”

”I know what I saw,” she growls, still trying to free herself.

”You didn”t see shit.” I push her up against the door, pinning her with my body. ”I”m telling you, it was my ex. And I didn”t fuck her. I pushed her away, just like you”ve been pushing me away.”

”Oh, yeah? Like you weren”t flirting with her all night?” She glares at me. ”You looked like you were pretty happy with your options back there, Fisher. It sure seemed to me like you had a few offers.”

”You”re the only woman I want, Liz,” I insist, my lips inches from hers.

She jerks her head to the side, turning away from my gaze. ”Liar.”

I grab her by the chin, turning her face back toward me. ”I mean it, Liz.”

Her eyes meet mine, and I see the rage and hurt there. I don”t blame her for being angry. I”d have thought the worst, too. Hell, I did think the worst when I saw her with Justin.

”Liz, I don”t know how else to prove it to you.”

She glares at me, trying to hide the hurt, and I do the only thing I can think to do to show her just how much I want her. I kiss her.

I slam my mouth against hers, my lips parting hers as my tongue licks at her bottom lip. She jerks her head back in surprise, and I capture her mouth again, pinning her against the door. She moans, parting her lips in submission, and I growl as my tongue dips into her mouth. My cock stirs in my pants, growing hard as she pushes herself against me, her fingers curling around my shoulders.

I grab her by the hips, lifting her up, and she wraps her legs around me. I carry her into the house, kicking the front door closed behind us. She moans into my mouth, her hips rocking against me, and I stumble toward the couch, unable to think of anything except burying myself inside her.

When I lay her down on the couch, I strip off her clothes in record time, kissing and nipping at her neck, her breasts, her belly. She tugs at my shirt, fumbling to get it off, and when I sit up, I grab the hem and rip it over my head. Her eyes travel to my chest before she runs her hands over the muscles of my pecs and my abs.

I take her hand in mine and place it around my hardness, squeezing her hand as I rock my hips, pushing my erection into her grip. She gives a low groan, her fingers curling around the base of my cock, stroking me, squeezing me through my pants.

”You feel this? You feel how hard you make me?” I growl, my fingers fumbling with her bra. ”How much I want you?”

She moans, leaning up to remove her own shirt, and when she lays back down, I catch her with my hands before her head hits the cushion. I pull back long enough to remove my pants, and when my cock springs free, pulsing as it bobs in the air, I run my fingers through Liz”s hair, grasping the base of my cock and pulling her head back as I thrust it toward her face. Her lips are parted, eyes hooded, as I drag the tip over her mouth. Her tongue snakes out, tracing a line over my tip, and I groan as her mouth opens further, eager to take me inside.

I slide into her mouth, her tongue caressing the underside of my cock as I rock back and forth, fucking her face as she grips my shaft with her hand. I moan, feeling her suck on me, her eyes fluttering as she gazes up at me. I grab the back of her head, forcing her down, and I watch as my cock slides into her throat.

”Mmm,” she moans, her throat tightening around me as I push her further down.

”You like this, don”t you, Liz?” I snarl, fucking her mouth faster. ”You love having my cock in your mouth.”

She glances at me, her eyes flashing, before opening her mouth and letting my cock slip out and between her lips again. Her tongue swirls around me as she slides her head back and forth, taking me deep. I have to stop her before I explode.

I grab her by the shoulders, pulling her off my cock. She looks up at me before I toss her onto her back on the couch and cover her body with mine, pinning her to the cushions with my weight. Her pesky pants are still in my way, and I growl with frustration.

”I need to get these off you.” I jerk at her waistband, trying to pull her pants down, and she kicks her legs playfully, giggling. I give her a warning look, but the smile on her face is too infectious. She reaches between us, unbuttoning the front of her pants and sliding the zipper down. ”There,” she says, giving me a coy smile. ”All out of the way.”

I”m in a frenzy now, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside, and I”m met by her smooth, bare pussy. Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she bites her bottom lip, parting her legs and wrapping her thighs around me. I”m throbbing as my cock brushes against her slick folds.

I lean down, planting my hands on either side of her head as I hover over her, my eyes roving over her body. My gaze catches on her perky breasts, the hard pink tips begging for attention. I bend down, taking one of her nipples in my mouth and rolling it with my tongue, flicking it back and forth. Liz”s back arches off the cushions as she gasps, gripping my shoulders as she digs her heels into the back of my thighs.

”Fisher,” she moans, pressing her pussy against my hard length.

”What do you want, Liz?” I growl, moving to the other nipple. ”Tell me.”

She wraps her legs around me, pushing against me, but I move away from her. She glares at me, and I feel a spark of mischief in my chest.

”Tell me, Liz.”

”I want you.”

I bite my lip, keeping the smile off my face. I lean in, my nose inches from her face. ”Tell me.”

Her cheeks flush red as she struggles to speak. ”I... I want you inside me.”

”You”ll have to ask nicer than that,” I growl, my lips brushing against hers.

”Please, Fisher,” she whispers, her breath warm against my skin. ”Please fuck me.”

I lean back, grinning at her. ”Good girl.”

She moans as I wrap my arms under her thighs and hook my hands behind her knees. My cock grazes her inner thighs before I slide it back and forth along the length of her slit. She moans, her lips parting, and I can”t hold back anymore.

I thrust my hips forward, the tip of my cock parting her slick folds. She gasps, her lips parting as her body shudders beneath mine. She digs her heels into the back of my legs, urging me deeper, but I hold myself there, my tip pressed against her opening, barely inside her.

Her brow furrows and her hips buck, desperate for more. Her breathing is ragged as she looks up at me with pleading eyes, and I feel a surge of satisfaction deep in my gut before I thrust myself into her.

She cries out, and I bury myself to the hilt. I have to stop for a moment or risk losing control. She feels so fucking good, so hot and wet around me. My cock throbs within her tight confines, eager to stay buried inside her for all eternity. I draw back and slam forward, driving myself deeper. She moans, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me tighter as she clenches around me. I groan, my muscles tensing as I fuck her harder.

I pin her to the couch as I pound myself into her, my movements frantic and uncontrolled. Liz is whimpering, moaning beneath me, urging me on. She rocks her hips, meeting each of my thrusts with a shuddering motion, and I”m going to lose it soon if we don”t slow down.

But Liz doesn”t want to slow down. Her breathing is ragged, panting in time with my own gasps. Her fingers dig into my back, her nails leaving sharp, stinging scratches across my skin. I pull out, ignoring her disappointed whine, and flip her over onto her belly before sinking back into her from behind. She buries her face in the pillows, muffling her cries as I push deeper inside her.

Her ass looks so sexy that I can”t resist smacking it playfully. Liz lets out an adorable squeal, trying to look back at me over her shoulder. I give a low chuckle as I slap her again, harder this time. She writhes beneath me, and I slide one hand between her legs to rub her clit while I continue to pound into her. Liz gasps and shudders, her muscles tensing around me, and my own orgasm builds within me.

I roar as I explode deep inside her, spilling myself inside her body, and Liz cries out in response, her body trembling as she comes with me. Her pussy clenches around my cock, drawing every last drop from my shaft, and I don”t think I”ve ever felt anything like it. When I pull away, my cum drips down her thighs, coating her folds, dripping onto the cushion beneath her.

I collapse on top of her, struggling for breath as our heartbeats slow and our bodies begin to cool. My mind is hazy, but a satisfied grin spreads across my face. As my breathing returns to normal, I sit up on the couch and take in the sight before me. Liz is lying there, on her back now with her eyes half-closed, still trying to recover. Her bare breasts are heaving with her ragged breath, her skin flushed and sweaty, and a thin sheen of cum covers her belly and hips. I watch her as she drifts off into a satisfied sleep, and I have to fight back a wave of guilt as I remember how this all started, my need to prove to Liz that no one can make her feel like I can. I used her, plain and simple, to satisfy my own ego.

I push myself off the couch, ignoring her sleepy murmurs of protest as I slip back into my pants and fish my cell phone out of my pocket. I”m not doing her any favors by staying here. She”s made it very clear before tonight that she wants some distance between us, and that”s exactly what I intend to give her.

After stepping into the kitchen, I dial Ram”s number. My heart thuds in my chest as the line begins to ring, and when the call finally connects, I begin speaking before he can say hello.

”Hey,” I start. ”Look, I”m sorry about tonight. It was stupid.”

Ram sighs on the other end. ”No shit, Fisher. What were you thinking?”

I glance back into the living room, where Liz is curled up on the couch.

”Look, it doesn”t matter. I need to get out of here for a while, Ram. I just need to go clear my head.”

Ram grumbles something incoherently under his breath before sighing. ”Where do you want to go?”

”Anywhere,” I say quickly. ”Anywhere but here. I”m sure you”ve got some errand you need run, or somewhere else I can be of use. I could infiltrate another pack to gain intel or something like in the old days. Just anything. Consider it banishment. Punishment for the shit I pulled today. As long as it takes me away from here and gives me something to do.”

”Fisher...” Ram starts but pauses. ”All right, Fisher. I”ll see what I can do.”