Raptor (Fury Vipers MC: Dublin Chapter #2)

1. Raptor

Chapter 1

Raptor

Eighteen Months Ago

“ Y ou haven’t called,” the bartender says, hurt lacing her words.

“No need,” Pyro bites out. He’s not interested and has made that more than clear, but she’s not listening. “Don’t you have work to do?” he snarls and I hide my amusement.

He had a night with her a while back and the woman has not got the damn message. She's still holding out for another night, but Pyro's a man who’s one and done. He won't go back for seconds. Even if he were to ever do so, it wouldn't be with someone so clingy. We find women who know the score. Py and I aren’t interested in finding an old lady. Not yet anyway. There are enough of our brothers who have been bitten by the love bug, and I'll be fucking damned if I become one of them. I've watched how that shit plays out, and not one of their journeys was smooth sailing. Fuck no. Just find me a woman for the night and I'll be happy.

The bartender grins at Pyro's brush off. No matter how harshly he spurns her advances, she remains interested.

“Brother,” I say, trying to conceal my laughter. “You were an asshole, man, but shit, she’s not goin’ to give a fuck. She’ll be back. Best way to show her you’re not interested is to find someone else to fuck tonight. She’ll soon get the hint.”

I throw my head back and laugh when he starts to scan the crowd in the bar. My man is on the hunt for a woman and it's about damn time. It’s been months since he’s been on the prowl. While most of the brothers will fuck frequently, especially the club whores, Pyro’s not into it and he’ll go months without finding a woman to fuck.

“Damn,” I say with a grin. “Pyro’s on the prowl. Fuckin’ hell, man, tonight’s shapin’ up to be fuckin’ fantastic.”

Pyro and I met when he first joined the Fury Vipers. He's the nearest thing I have to a brother; my closest friend. We have shared women in the past, multiple times. It's a fun time all around. Neither Py nor I are territorial about the women, and we both know that when the time comes for us to have an old lady, there'll be no sharing.

A small woman bumps into Pyro, and when I turn to see her, my entire body jolts at the other woman standing beside her. Her long black hair falls in soft waves down her back, complimenting her black dress, which is so short, I'm pretty sure if she were to bend over, I'd see her pussy. My cock thickens at the thought. She's gorgeous; without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. She's got pouty lips that are painted the brightest of reds, and her eyes are dark and smoldering. Christ, who is this woman?

“Jesus, Chloe, are you okay?” she says to her friend.

I'm in fucking love. That velvety, thick Irish accent is a zap to my cock. Christ... Never before have I been so enamored with a woman.

"I'm so sorry," her friend, Chloe, says. Her accent is thick, but it isn’t as velvety as her friend’s.

“You drunk, darlin’?” I ask with a raised brow.

Pyro spares me a glance, and there's a whole lot of possessiveness in that glance. I know the feeling. I wouldn't want him near the black-haired beauty. I can't help but chuckle. What the fuck is going on with us?

“No,” Chloe says with disgust. “Your alcohol isn’t that strong. Do you water it down or something?”

Pyro laughs. It's fucking good to see my brother happy. It's been a while since I've seen him so carefree.

“Let me guess,” Pyro says, still laughing. “What they say is true: you Irish know how to handle your liquor.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Like it’s hard?”

The gorgeous, raven-haired woman nods. “So, what’s fun to do around here? We only have a few days left before we leave. You two look like you’d be a great time.” She smiles brightly. “I’m Mallory, and this is my girl, Chloe.”

Oh, now it's about to get more interesting. I have her name. I flash her a smile, pleased as fuck at the interest in her eyes. “I’m Raptor, darlin’. It’s a fuckin’ pleasure to meet you.”

Mallory's smile widens. “Oh no, I’m guessing the pleasure is going to be mine later.”

My cock is thicker than it's been in a long-ass time. This woman is about to have the best fucking night of her life. “Fuckin’ guarantee it, darlin’.”

I take Mallory's hand and lead her through the throngs of people at the bar, toward the VIP section. This bar is owned by the Italian mafia, and whenever we come here, we're always able to get a seat in the VIP section. Over the years, the Italian and Irish mafia have grown close to the Vipers. They helped us out when we were in a spot of trouble.

“What brings you to New York?” I ask once we're seated. Mallory slides in beside me, and Chloe sits beside Pyro. It seems as though we've both found our one for the night.

“Family,” Chloe replies. “I’m going to Chicago after this to see my family, but Mallory and I have just finished school, and we decided to come to New York for a holiday before I need to meet the family.”

Mallory nods. “Yep. It’s been fun to let loose in the big city. Dublin’s great and all, but the shopping here is amazing. I’ve had to add on extra luggage for my flight home.”

I’m trying to focus on Mallory, but Chloe's words hits me. “Y’all just said you’re finished with school... You meant college, right?” I ask, hoping like hell that I've missed something.

Chloe shakes her head. “No.”

My entire body stills as Pyro's gaze meets mine.

“How old are you?” he questions.

“Eighteen,” she tells us, and while I'm relieved they're of legal age, I'm a fucking lot older than that. I'm thirty-four and Mallory's eighteen. There's a sixteen year age gap between us.

“You’ve got to be twenty-one to be in the club and drink,” Pyro says pointedly.

She raises a brow. “Oh? And are you going to tell on me?”

I chuckle. Christ, these Irish women are a hoot.

"So, you're in a motorcycle club?" Mallory asks, twisting her body so that she's facing me. "That's cool."

I grin. She's fucking sweet and so damn sexy. "It is. There's nothin' better than bein' on your bike with an open road in front of you."

She nods. "I get it. My passion was dancing, but I lost the love for it. I need to find something that gives me that feeling, you know?"

"Yep. Trust me, darlin', once you find it, you'll know. What are your plans now that you've finished school?"

She sighs. "College, I suppose. I'm just not all that academic. I'd rather not waste my life away by sitting in a classroom."

I chuckle. Christ, this woman is exactly like me. We have a lot in common in that sense. I wasn’t acadmeic, I couldn’t imaging being stuck in college, that’s just not how I could ever invisige my life.

“You wanna get out of here?” Pyro asks, and there's no chill in that man's voice at all. He's laying everything on the table.

Chloe bites her bottom lip and glances over at Mallory. Not a fucking word is said between the two, but there's some sort of communication going on, that's for sure.

“Yes,” she tells Pyro, and he doesn't hang around. He pulls her from her seat and within seconds they're leaving the club.

Mallory's laughter is soft and velvety. "I'm glad she's having fun."

"What about you, darlin'? You want to have fun?"

Her eyes are bright and her smile wide. "Definitely," she breathes.

"Come, Mallory," I say and reach for her hand. The moment she places her palm against mine, I jolt. Christ, she's fucking gorgeous.

I’m edgy as fuck as we make our way up to Mallory’s hotel room. Sitting in the back of the cab with her pressed against me was enough to snap almost every ounce of restraint I possess. This woman has no fucking idea how much I want her; no fucking clue what she’s getting herself in to.

“Raptor,” she says thickly, her hands shaking she tries to unlock the hotel room door.

I press against her back, and the little whimper that escapes her has my cock twitching. I slide the keycard from her hands and unlock the door myself.

I need to be inside of her. My cock is aching.

The second we’re inside the room, I kick the door shut behind us, and then she’s on me. I fucking love that she’s not afraid to go for what she wants. Our lips collide, frantic and consuming, as my hands skim along her body. Fuck, she’s got curves in all the right places. She's pulling at my shirt, leaving scratches on my skin that only fuel the fire raging within me.

I grip her hair harshly, turning her head to the side, and free my lips from hers. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

She’s fucking bewitched me—that’s all I can think. I’m not usually like this. I don’t ever run this hot. But with Mallory, I’m close to the fucking edge.

She smiles up at me, her eyes glinting with lustful fire. "I want you, Raptor."

Fuck, I feel the fucking same. All I want is her, and I can't deny that any longer.

With a growl, I release her hair and rip my shirt off, tossing it aside. My hands slide around her waist as I lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around me, the heat between her thighs seeping through my pants and warming my skin, causing my cock to throb with need.

Panting heavily, she gasps, "I want you, Raptor. Please."

I carry her toward the bed, my determination unwavering. I need to be inside her, to feel her around me, to claim her completely. I throw her down on the bed, her back hits the sheets, my eyes locked with hers. I can see the hunger and desire reflected in her eyes, mirroring my own.

I strip her from her dress and panties, leaving her lying before me naked. I reach down and remove my belt with a swift move, letting it fall to the floor. Then, I unbuckle my belt and push my pants down, my hard cock springing free, pulsing with need. Mallory's eyes widen at the sight, before she reaches out to touch me, her fingers brushing against my length.

"Oh," she whispers, her voice breaking with desire. "Can I touch you?" she asks hesitantly.

My cock twitches at her words. Instead of answering, I grab her hand and guide it to my aching cock, watching as her eyes widen again then close in pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" I breathe, my voice low and rough.

"Yes," she moans, her grip tightening around my length. "I want to feel you inside me."

Fuck, I need this. I need to feel her tight heat around me, her soft skin beneath my hands. I slide my pants off the rest of the way and kick them away, then I crawl up her body, my cock hovering over her, my hands gripping her waist.

"Fuck,” I snarl as I thrust deep into her tight, wet channel.

A piercing scream rents the air, and I still; bottomed out inside of her. I glance down at her, seeing the tears in her eyes, and it hits me. Fuck, she’s a virgin.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask. What the hell?

Mallory looks up at me, her eyes wide with fear and embarrassment.

"I’m sorry," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I thought... I thought it would be okay."

She swallows hard. I’m bracing myself on my hands and arms as I hold myself still, waiting for her to get accustomed to my cock.

“Please,” she begs. “Please, Raptor.”

I grit my teeth. “Are you sure?”

She nods. “Please,” she pleads.

I pull out slowly and thrust deep into her. Christ, she feels so good.

"Oh fuck," I groan, sliding my cock in and out of her tight heat. I can feel her trembling beneath me, her nails digging into my back as she holds on for dear life.

"That's it," I growl, grabbing her hips and setting a rhythm that has us both gasping and moaning. My cock slides in and out of her, filling her completely as she takes me deeper and deeper.

"I'm so close," she whispers, her voice shaking. "Please, just keep going. I need this."

I can't hold back anymore. I thrust harder and deeper, feeling her body start to shake and tremble beneath me. Her walls tighten around me, and that's all it takes to send me over the edge.

"Fuck!" I roar, my release crashing over me like a tidal wave. I thrust into her one last time, my cock twitching as I come harder than ever before.

Mallory gasps, her body convulsing beneath me as we both reach our climax together. I collapse on top of her, my breathing ragged. I press a kiss to the side of her neck, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Once I’ve recovered,” I tell her, “we’ll be doing that again.”

Her laughter causes my skin to tingle with goosebumps.

“Okay, Raptor,” she replies. “Whatever you say.”

“Trust me, Mallory, I’m going to want to do that over and over again. How long until you leave to go back home?”

"A few days,” she murmurs.

“Then you’re mine until then.”

The grin that I get in return is blinding. I don’t need to ask her if that’s what she wants because her face gives her feelings away without her needing to say a fucking word.

Damn it, there’s a heaviness on my chest at the thought of her leaving. Crap. What the fuck is going on with me?