Raptor (Fury Vipers MC: Dublin Chapter #2)

5. Raptor

Chapter 5

Raptor

Three Months Later

I hand the stack of cash to the guy who's grinning at me. "They'll be safe," he assures me.

"Of that I have no doubt," I reply, my words laced with a threat. My bike, along with Preacher's, Wrath's, and Pyro's, is all loaded up in a freight container ready to be shipped off to Ireland. It's one of the reasons I've stayed behind a few months. My brothers and I will need our bikes when we're in Ireland, and as Preacher and Wrath left New York with very little notice, it's been left to me to organize everything.

I should be in Ireland. I need to be there. It's been three months since I've spoken to Mallory; twelve fucking weeks since she returned a call or text. I have no fucking idea what the hell has happened. Pyro told me she's fine and is speaking to Chloe but that whenever my name is mentioned she changes the subject. No one has any clue as to why she stopped responding to me. One minute, everything is fine and we're getting to know one another, the next, it's fucking radio silence. And there's not a fucking thing I can do about it right now as I'm fucking stuck here in New York for a few more weeks. Maybe even longer. The moment my ass lands in Dublin, I'm searching for her. I'm not letting this shit lie. I want to know what the fuck happened.

"You good, brother?" Mayhem questions. He's been sullen as fuck lately. His meddling in shit has led to Preacher leaving and Reaper being pissed. We get why he did it, but fuck, his meddling led to Preach finding out his son isn't his son. In fact, he’s his best friend’s son. That shit will burn a man. It could break him. For Preach, it hurt him so badly that he had to leave, unable to stand by and watch another man raise the child he thought was his. I'm not sure I could either.

I nod. "All good, though it'll be at least twenty-one days before they arrive in Dublin."

He shakes his head. "Didn't mean about the bikes, brother." He sighs. "I know you're on edge. You want to go as quickly as possible. I get it. If it were Effie, I'd already be on the fuckin' flight. What's goin' on with your woman?"

I run a hand through my hair. "Not a fuckin' clue. She's gone radio silent."

He raises a brow. "What the fuck?" he growls. "You tried callin' her?"

I glare at the asshole. "The fuck do you think?" I snarl. "I texted and called. What else can I do?"

"What's Py said? Has he seen her?"

"No, but Chloe talks to her almost daily. Apparently, whenever I'm mentioned she changes the subject." I'm angry. Beyond fucking angry. What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't be with her. I can't fucking think right now. She's running, and I'm thousands of miles away so I can't fucking chase her.

"Then what's been said to her? Hmm?" he questions. "A woman doesn't just disappear—unless she's been told somethin'. From what Pyro said, she was at the clubhouse shootin' the shit with Chloe, and then nada, right?"

"You fuckers need to find somethin' else to talk about," I snarl, even more pissed that my brothers are talking about this shit. Fuck.

"Find out what the fuck Chloe and Mallory were talkin' about that day."

"Already done that, brother," I retort. "You think I've been sittin' on my ass the past three months? I spoke to Chloe, and she said they were talkin' about Preacher and Pepper. She explained how the club works?—"

"Did Chloe tell her about the club whores?" I watch as his eyes narrow and his lips pull into a scowl.

I still. Every fuckin' part of my body is frozen solid. Fuck, I didn't think of that. "Shit," I snap.

He shakes his head. "If she did, then, brother, you know what the fuck is goin' through your woman's head. She no doubt thinks that while you've been talkin' to her, you've been fuckin' the club whores."

I grit my teeth. "I haven't fuckin' touched any of them." I can't believe I didn't think of this shit before. Christ, I can't even remember the last time I fucked a club whore. It's been months. Hell, maybe even closer to a year. "It all makes fuckin' sense now," I say through clenched teeth. "She probably thinks I've been fuckin' everyone."

He chuckles. "It'll be fine," he says dismissively.

"Yeah?" I growl. "You think a woman who was a virgin when I took her is goin' to think that it's fine when she believes I'm a dog and have been fuckin' anythin' with a pulse?"

"You're goin' to have to let her know that you haven't," he says, backtracking. "I get it, brother; this shit is fucked up, especially when you're across the world from one another. But if you don't find a way to tell her you're not the guy she thinks you are, then when you arrive in Ireland, you're not goin' to find her."

He's right and I fucking hate that shit.

"Look, we've all got your back, brother," he says quietly. "No matter what, we've got your back."

I nod. The gratitude I have for the brotherhood runs as deep as the blood that flows through my veins. "Thanks, brother," I say thickly. "Once I'm back in the clubhouse, I'll call her."

Though I have a feeling she won’t pick up. She's been ignoring every call for the past three months. Why would tonight's one make any difference? Either way, I'll be letting her know that the crap about the club girls is fucking bullshit.

"Darlin'," I say with a grin when I see Mallory walking out of Chloe's room in the Gallagher Mansion.

Being in Ireland was only supposed to be for a few days, just until we got this shit with the fucker who had Chloe kidnapped sorted out. But seeing Mallory again makes me want to extend my stay and spend the next few days locked in a room until I've fucked her in every which way possible.

She smiles her soft as fuck smile at me. "Well hey there, stranger. It’s been a while."

It's been fucking six weeks since she was in New York, six long fucking weeks. She looks just as beautiful as I remember, even in jeans and a tee. "You doin' good, darlin'?"

She glances around and notices my brothers staring at us, watching our interaction. Fuckers need to get a life. They have their own damn women and should focus on them.

"Why are they watching me?" she asks, her voice soft as she glances around at my brothers, none of which are making things better. They're gawking at her like they've never seen a woman before.

"They're assholes," I snap, glaring at the motherfuckers. "Ignore them."

Her laughter is soft. "Hard to when they're watching me like vultures. How long are you in town?"

"Not as long as I'd like. Hopin' you'll give me a reason to extend my stay."

Those gorgeous eyes of hers flash with happiness. "Oh, Rap, you're incorrigible."

I chuckle. "You busy?"

She shakes her head. "Not at all. I wanted to see Chloe. She feels overwhelmed right now, so I'm going to leave her be and check in with her tomorrow. What about you?"

"Not in the slightest."

Her smile widens. "Then let’s get out of here."

I don't need to be told twice. I take her hand and lead her out of the Gallagher mansion. I can hear my brothers’ laughter following us out.

"You drive?" I ask, wondering how far her house is.

Her brows knit together. "No. But my house isn't far from here. Maybe a fifteen-minute walk."

"Darlin'," I say with a shake of the head. "Seriously?"

She lifts her shoulders and shrugs. "It's not that far."

She's right, it's not. It takes us just over fifteen minutes to walk to her house. The conversation flows between us. Talking with her comes easily, something I struggle to do with other people, my brothers included. But Mallory, she got to me from the get-go. I'm in so fucking deep with her that it fucking scares me.

"Ma's not home. She's away on a work conference," she tells me as she enters the house.

"Which means I can fuck you without worrying someone will walk in?"

Her smile is blinding. "Exactly," she breathes.

I don't hesitate. I close the distance between us, my hand diving into her luscious raven hair. I tug it, pulling her head back so I can kiss her. She gasps against my lips, her hands reaching for my shoulders as our kiss deepens. The air is thick with desire and anticipation. I fucking love the feel of the heat from her body pressed against mine, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both. Christ, I need her. My cock thickens in my pants, straining to be set free.

She moans into my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine as I deepen the kiss. I slide my hand down from her hair, tracing it over her smooth skin until I reach her waist. My fingers hook into the elastic of her skirt, gently pulling it down and revealing the lace of her panties. She whimpers, knowing what's coming next. Fuck, I've missed her.

That's fucked up but it's true. I've missed her and her amazing body.

In one swift movement, I yank her panties down her legs, leaving her completely exposed. She steps out of them and rests her hands on my chest, steadying herself. She looks into my eyes, her gaze filled with fierce desire. I swallow thickly. Christ, I'm close to the edge.

Her hands find their way to my belt, quickly unfastening it and unbuttoning my pants. I watch as she slides them down my legs, revealing my already hard cock. A satisfied grin appears on her face as she reaches out to touch it.

"It's been so long," she whispers, her fingers gently caressing my length.

"Too long," I agree, my voice low and husky.

She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving my erection. Then, with a determined look, she lowers herself until she's on her knees and takes my cock into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth envelops me, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she sucks and strokes me. I groan, my hands threading through her hair as I thrust into her mouth, savoring the sensation.

Her mouth is heaven, and it makes me want to feel her in every possible way. She's driving me to the brink. I fucking love the way her cheeks hollow as she takes my cock deep into her mouth.

I pull back, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Enough," I manage to say, even though every fiber in my being is screaming for more. If she continues, I'm going to come, and right now, I want to come while I'm balls deep inside of her.

She lifts her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What do you want, then?" she asks, tilting her head to the side as she watches me.

I pull her up into a sitting position, my hands still tangled in her hair. "Stand up," I command, my voice low and direct.

She does as I ask, her eyes never leaving mine. I see the desire and fear battling within her, and I know she is mine now. I pull her top off her, my cock thick and hard. I step back, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before me. She stands naked and vulnerable, her raven hair cascading down her back, her eyes full of desire and uncertainty. I want to take her, to fuck her so hard that I'll be permanently etched in her memory.

I move closer to her, my hands reaching out to trace the curves of her body, from the swell of her hips to the delicate line of her collarbone. She shivers under my touch, her eyes never leaving mine, as I continue to explore her.

I grab her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh, and pull her closer to me. Our bodies collide, my erection sliding against her stomach.

"I'm going to fuck you now," I growl, my voice low and gravelly. "And you're going to love every second of it."

She nods, her eyes locked on mine, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I bend her over the sofa, her ass in the air. She looks so fucking sexy bent over like this.

I position myself at her entrance, my cock heavy and eager against her. She looks back at me over her shoulder, and I see the fiery desire burning within her eyes.

With a powerful thrust, I enter her, her walls clenching around me like a vice, the sensation overwhelming me. I pull back slightly then thrust again, driving deeper this time, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. She cries out, her hands gripping the corner of the sofa for support as the pleasure coursing through her becomes too much to bear.

Over and over again, I fuck her hard and fast, loving the mewls and gasps that leave her mouth. Her pleas for more are music to my ears. "Raptor, please," she begs.

"Shane," I snarl. "My name is Shane," I say through clenched teeth as I rotate my hips and power into her, my thrusts harder than before.

"Please," she begs.

I pull back again, slowly this time, my eyes never leaving hers. "Say my name," I demand, needing to hear it before I continue.

"Shane," she whispers, her voice shaking with passion.

"That's right," I reply, my voice low and husky. "You're mine now, and I'm going to show you just how much you belong to me."

With that, I thrust forward again, my pace quickening as I lose myself in her, trying to fight off my impending orgasm. Our moans are mixed with the sound of our flesh slapping against each other. She claws at my arms, her nails digging into my skin, leaving me marked with her desire. I can feel her inner muscles tightening, her orgasm approaching.

"I'm close," she gasps, her voice strained.

"Then come for me," I growl, thrusting harder and faster.

She does as I command, her body trembling as she climaxes around me. I feel her juices coating my cock, her walls clenching and unclenching, milking me of my own release. It's too much, and I can't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, I release inside her, filling her completely.

I pull out of her slowly, my cock twitching as I collapse to the floor, pulling her down with me.

"Fuck," I snarl. I’m unable to think clearly right now.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," she says with laughter. "Once I'm able to move, I'll order food and then we can go again."

I press a kiss to her head. "That, darlin', sounds like a plan."

I come awake with a gasp. Fuck, it's always the same dream about her. I spent three days with her when I was in Ireland. I didn't leave her house. She's the only person who knows what my name is; the only one who’s ever had the privilege of knowing it.

Mallory is the only woman I want. The moment I'm back in Ireland, I'm going to find out what the fuck happened to her, and from there I can work out a way to fix whatever the fuck happened, because she's still not answering my calls or texts.

Soon, I'll be in Dublin. Then I'm coming for her.