Raptor (Fury Vipers MC: Dublin Chapter #2)

23. Mallory

Chapter 23

Mallory

I come awake as he pushes his finger inside of my sleek, wet heat. I’m unable to hold back a groan. “Shane,” I whimper as I grind down against his finger.

His breath is hot against my neck. “Fuck, darlin’,” he growls, pressing a kiss to my throat. “I’ve never been harder than I am right now. I’m about ready to burst. I’m going to fuck you, and once all this shit is over, I’m claimin’ you as my old lady.”

I whine, still grinding against his finger. “Yes,” I hiss, his fingers stretching me.

He finger-fucks me hard, bringing me to the edge. Just as I start to build, he withdraws from me. “Asshole,” I growl. I was so damn close.

He chuckles and spins me around so we’re facing one another. “Gonna fuck you now, darlin’.” He growls as he pushes me onto my back, his cock lined up to my entrance and he plunges deep inside of me. “You goin’ to be my good girl and keep quiet?”

“Yes,” I cry out as he continues to drive deep inside of me.

His eyes flash with heat. “Good,” he growls, tilting my hips and plunging inside of me again.

I can’t hold back as my orgasm tumbles over me. My nails rake down his chest. He hisses out a breath as I dig deep into his flesh. “Fuck,” he grunts. The final thread of his control breaks and he fucks me without a care.

“More,” I whine, needing more. There’s no finesse anymore. We're both trying to reach our peak. I love having him inside of me. There's no one else for me but Shane. He's my everything.

He thrusts deep, twisting his hips and pounding into me.

Reaching up, I wind my arms around his neck and fuck him back, needing to come again. I’m on the cusp, ready to explode at any moment. He’s driving deep inside of me, his cock stretching me with every thrust, and the burn only adds to the pleasure.

He snarls, his lips crashing down against mine, and that’s all it takes for me to detonate. My cries are swallowed by his mouth.

His cock swells inside of me as he drives into me once—twice—thrice, before he stills, coming hard as he pulls back from me and releases a long, low groan.

"Now that's a way to wake up," I breathe, glancing at the crib and realizing Shay is no longer there.

"Calm, baby. He's with Bozo and Tank. He woke and I changed his diaper and fed him. He's happy bein' with my brothers."

I slap his chest. "You just wanted to have your wicked way with me, didn't you?"

His chuckle is deep, and as his cock is still inside of me, I can't help but moan as it slides deep into me. "Shane," I whine, pressing a kiss against his lips.

"Alright, baby, let's shower and then we'll get you somethin' to eat."

I grin at him. "Sounds like heaven."

He grips my hips and holds me close to him as he gets off the bed. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on for dear life, but I should know that he'd never drop me. He walks us to the bathroom, his fingers kneading my ass cheeks the entire way.

"Love you," I say with a grin as I look up at him. It never fails to amaze me just how handsome and sexy he really is.

He glances down at me, his eyes filled with heat and lust. He's just had me and I can feel his cock thickening inside of me. "Love is too tame a word for what I feel for you, darlin'. Too fuckin' tame."

I pull in a sharp breath. Holy shit, he is the sweetest guy ever.

"Gonna fuck you again now, darlin'," he says thickly as he turns on the shower.

I grin. "You're insatiable, honey."

He grips my ass and thrusts deep inside of me. I groan, throwing my head backward. "Only for you," he growls.

"Please, honey," I beg. "I need you."

“I know what you need, darlin',” he says, his lips going to my neck, where he sucks on my skin, his fingers digging harder into my ass as he thrusts harder and deeper than before.

“God,” I moan, my fingers diving into his hair. I'm unable to keep my volume down. I cry out as he continues to pound into me.

His teeth nip at my neck and it sends me spiraling. I tug on his hair as my orgasm washes over me. “Love you,” I cry out as I come.

He grits his teeth as he fucks me into oblivion. I'm crying out with every thrust. Unable to hold back, he pushes inside of me once more and warm cum fills me as he explodes. “Love you too,” he pants, resting his forehead against mine.

I’m so fucking in love. I just wish Ma was here to see how happy Shay and I are with Shane. I fucking miss her. I miss her so damn much. I just want to know where she is and that she’s okay.

"Morning," I greet Tank and Bozo as I enter the kitchen. Shane's already seated and has Shay on his lap.

"’Tis a fabulous mornin', wouldn't you say, Mallory?" Tank goads me. I feel my cheeks burning with heat. I'm not going to let him embarrass me.

"Jealous, Tank?" I ask with a raised brow, making both Bozo and Shane laugh.

"Fuck yeah," he says. "My guy got it twice this mornin'. Anyone would be jealous."

Shane slaps the back of his head. "Shut it, dick."

I giggle as I begin to make breakfast. A full Irish breakfast is the best way to start the morning, and I owe Tank and Bozo for staying the night and taking care of me and Shay. I'm smiling as I cook while listening to the guys laugh and joke around.

Once I have the breakfast dished out, I take Shay from Shane's arms and let him have his breakfast in peace. I take Shay upstairs to change his nappy. I begin to tickle his belly once I have him down on the changing table. His laughter fills the air as he giggles. It's music to my ears listening to his laughter. It's a sound I could bottle up and keep for the rest of my life.

Once I've finished and he's all clean and changed, I bring the nappy downstairs. The guys are still talking. Their deep voices feel soothing to me, and I'm settled. Even though Ma’s not here, I'm safe with Shane and the guys.

"Who's a good boy?" I say to Shay as we head outside to take the nappy to the trash bin. I run my nose along his cheek and listen to his giggle. I repeat it over and over again as I walk toward the trash.

"There we go, all clean," I say with a grin as he makes a claw to grab my nose. I shake my head, and something across the street catches my eye.

My body turns, and in an instant, it freezes. My eyes focus on the figure hanging from the top window of the neighboring building. A lump forms in my throat as I recognize who it is. My knees give out and I collapse to the ground, a piercing scream escaping my lips. Everything around me seems to be moving in slow motion.

"Mallory?" a voice calls out behind me.

I feel strong hands grip me, pulling Shay from my arms, and then seconds later I'm being lifted into the air and pressed against a solid chest. "Fuck, darlin'." Shane's deep voice rumbles in my ear. "I'm so sorry, baby."

But his embrace offers no solace amidst the chaos. The smell of his cologne mixes with the stench of death and overwhelms my senses. Tears cloud my vision as I struggle to process what has happened.

My mam... God, my mam. She’s hanging from the window across the street. Her once vibrant eyes are now wide and lifeless. It's an image that will haunt me forever.

A suffocating emptiness swallows me whole as I'm crushed against Shane's chest, unable to tear my gaze away from her still form.

Shane's grip tightens around me, a silent anchor in the storm raging inside me. The world blurs around the edges as I cling to him, trying to find some sense of stability amidst the overwhelming grief.

Images of her laughing hit me like a freight train. I remember her touch, and the feel of her unwavering love, each memory like a knife twisting in my already shattered heart.

I let out a guttural sob, the pain of it reverberating through my entire being. I stare at the lifeless figure hanging in the window across from me, and I know nothing will ever be the same again. The world I once knew has been irrevocably altered. Shay’s not going to know how amazing his grandmother was.

Thinking about Ma, something else hits me. I push myself away from Shane's grasp, my eyes filled with tears. I clench my jaw so as not to sob right now.

Shane's expression is pained, his own grief mirroring mine. He feels deeply for me, for our son. "Darlin', don’t?—"

"He could be there," I say through gritted teeth, trying to pull from his arms. “He could still be in the house.”

“Trust me, darlin’; Tank’s called the brothers. They’re on the way. It’s goin’ to be okay.”

Tears stream down my face as I shake my head in disbelief. "How?" I sob, my voice breaking. "How is it going to be? She's gone, Shane. She's gone." My heart aches with each word.

My breathing becomes choppy as I gasp for air. "That cry," I gasp, gripping my hair in frustration. "That cry last night. It was her, wasn't it?" The image of her distraught face flashes before me once again and I crumble to the floor. The painful cry we heard last night will be etched into my mind forever.

Oh God, she was alive last night and now she's gone.

"Fuck," Shane growls as he scoops me into his arms and holds me close. I sob against his chest, my entire body trembling.

I can't stop the tears. It's too much. It's too fucking much. I close my eyes and sink deeper into Shane's embrace. He walks us into the house and lies me down on the bed. He holds me tight and I cling to him like he's my lifeline. It's not long until I cry myself to sleep.

I wake up to hushed tones and open my eyes. They feel so heavy, just as my body does. Shay is fast asleep beside me. I watch as his chest rises and falls. I'm numb right now. I have no idea what to feel. I'm just in such an empty space.

"It's fucked up, brother," I hear Pyro say. "That cunt has been livin' across the road to Mallory for God knows how long."

I freeze, unable to believe what I'm hearing.

"Fucker's been watchin' her," Shane snarls. "Just as she thought he was."

"You think he had Jayne there the whole time?" Pyro questions, and my tears once again start to fall.

We could have helped her. God, we could have saved her.

"I want Mallory and Shay at the clubhouse," Shane says, his words filled with anger. "That fucker could get her," he snarls. "I can't have that. I can't lose either of them."

I reach for Shay's hand and he clenches it around my finger. Shane's right, we can't be here. We're not safe.

It's all too much. There are too many memories of Ma.

God, I miss her so fucking much.

What the hell am I going to do without her?