Heaven's Hell [Brac Pack 13] (7 page)

“Wouldn’t want Mr. Happy to be upset now would we?” Murdock growled then picked Heaven up and tossed him on the bed.

Heaven squealed and rolled over onto his hands and knees, wanting what only Murdock could deliver.

His mate’s muscles rippled and flexed as he prowled around the bed, promising to make Heaven scream uncle before he was through with him. Heaven was all for that.

Heaven crawled backwards as Murdock’s right knee appeared on the bed, then the rest of his body followed as he started climbing after Heaven, his heavy hands landing onto the covers as his body moved like an ancient hunter after his prey.

“You look like a predator.” Heaven purred.

“Oh, don’t run.” Murdock chuckled seductively. “Because I’m about to show you how a predator takes down his prey.” Heaven shuddered. Anticipation coursed through him as his skin rose with goose bumps. His heart raced at the sight before him. Fuck the game. Heaven turned and tossed his ass in the air, wiggling it
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around for the predator to claim. He reached his right hand under him and grabbed his cock, pushing it back to taunt the stalking animal.

Murdock attacked, pinning Heaven down with his canines at Heaven’s shoulder. Murdock’s hands snatched Heaven’s wrists and curled both their arms under Heaven’s chest, his mate’s cock sawing up and down his crease, teasing him.

“You better use that or I’m going to cripple you.” Heaven threatened. He had never in his life been this damn horny, and Murdock was playing with fire the way he was teasing him.

“You already are, beautiful.” Murdock murmured around Heaven’s shoulder. Heaven felt movement behind him, the snick of a cap, and then cool gel running down his crack.

Murdock slowly entered him and Heaven’s eyes rolled back. His mouth fell open trying to catch any air that wandered by because it felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked right out of the room.

Heaven couldn’t believe how lost he was. Usually during sex, it was okay. He’d had nice orgasms with past partners. But Murdock…the man knew what he was doing. Everything was erotic.

Heaven’s whole body felt like one large exposed nerve. He spread his knees farther apart, rocking his hips back and up, fingers wrapped around Murdock’s arms that were tucked under his chest as he held on. His forehead ground into the sheets, crying out as the sensations raced through him.

Murdock ground his pelvis into Heaven’s ass, his mate’s hips swaggering all around him. Heaven just knew he was about to die because the rapturous tidal waves crashing through him were too much for one person to endure. No one was created to survive this much pleasure.

“Come for me, Heaven. I want you to fly with me,” Murdock whispered into the shell of his ear, and that was all it took. Heaven lifted his head and wailed, his body turning inside out as the feelings detonated inside of him.

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“That’s my Heaven,” Murdock cooed into his ear. He grabbed Heaven’s wrists that still lay under Heaven’s chest with a tight grip as he fucked him so hard that Heaven began a steady progress up the bed and into the headboard. He didn’t care if he ended up with a goose egg. It was worth it.

Murdock growled then stiffened. Heaven could feel his mate’s cock pulsing inside his ass as his mate fucked him so rapidly that Heaven’s teeth rattled. He was going to die for sure.

Murdock fell over, his arms spread wide as he gasped for air and sweat glistened all over his body. The only thing Heaven could do was fall over onto his back and close his eyes.

* * * *

Murdock took pity on his mate and carried him down the stairs.

Every step that Heaven had taken came with a hiss. His mate would think twice before thinking he can beat him at the torture game.

He set his mate down gently when they reached the bottom of the steps. Murdock took Heaven’s hand and led him through the kitchen and out of the door.

“I don’t know if I can ride a horse right now considering a wolf just tried to fuck me into an early grave.” Heaven rubbed his ass.

Murdock grinned as he led his mate into the barn. The horses stood in their stalls watching the pair. “Tank readied them for us. I think you can handle this.”

Murdock heard the noise too late. The two humans who had shot him when he was at Heaven’s were standing there. Murdock saw the gun in front of him as he felt the searing pain in his chest. Murdock looked down to see blood spanning across his shirt.

“Dumb ass. I told you not to kill him,” the bulkier of the two complained. “Now all we have is the smaller one.” Murdock shifted, attacking the one closest to his mate. That gave the other one freedom to grab his mate. Heaven struggled with the
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larger of the two humans. Murdock watched in horror as a cloth was placed over his mate’s mouth and Heaven passed out.

He managed to kill the one he attacked before the pain became too much and he stumbled back. He had to save his mate. If he could get a howl out then he could alert the other Sentries to their presence, but the only noise he managed was a whine.

“You’ll pay for killing him.” The one holding his limp mate growled. He raised the gun once more and fired.

* * * *

Murdock stumbled from the barn. In shifter form, the bullets wouldn’t do as much damage, but he had to get help. His mate was depending on him.

“What the fuck?” Tank shouted as he ran to Murdock.

He had to shift. That was the only way he could relay what had happened. It was going to hurt like a bitch. Bracing himself, Murdock returned to human form. “They have my mate.” He panted through the pain.

“Who has your mate, Murdock?” Tank yelled.

“Humans. I don’t know who they were.” Murdock shifted back to wolf form. The pain had become too much to bear.

“We’ll take care of it.” Tank lifted Murdock up from the ground and carried him inside. He alerted the others to what happened. The only thing Murdock could think of was getting Heaven back and killing everyone who touched him. He didn’t have time to lay here and heal. Pain and death had a victim to find.

“What the hell is going on?” Maverick demanded as he rushed down the hall to join them. Tank kicked open the door closest to him and lay Murdock on the bed.

“He was attacked by humans. They took Heaven.”
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“How the hell did humans get onto our lands?” Maverick ran his hands over Murdock’s fur. “Call the wolf physician and get him here now.”

Murdock struggled to shift, but he was in too much pain. The thought of doing nothing while his mate was out there somewhere tore at his conscience. He couldn’t lie here. He had to do
something
.

“I need you to lie still. I know it goes against every mated instinct in you, but there is no other choice here.” Maverick rested his hand on Murdock’s side. “We’ll get him back.” Murdock growled.
He
was going to get Heaven back. Of that he had no doubt. How much he was going to make the guilty suffer before tearing their hearts out was the real question. And if they killed his mate, hell would be considered summer camp compared to his wrath that would be unleashed upon this earth.

And if his mate was truly dead, Murdock wouldn’t last long in this cold world without him.

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Chapter Six

Heaven blinked as his eyes cracked open. His head was killing him and his mouth felt as dry as sand. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, feeling as though his mind was in a fog.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

He blinked rapidly until he could focus. The first thing he noticed was the shiny bars surrounding him. The second thing was the excruciating pain in his abdomen. Heaven’s hand went to his stomach. He felt stitches trailing up from just above his pubic bone to his navel.

“No need to worry. The procedure went very well. Very well, indeed.” The man standing in front of Heaven smirked as he wrote in a chart. Heaven’s hands wrapped around the bars as he realized he was in a cage. He searched his memory but couldn’t remember how he had gotten here.

“Where am I?” Heaven asked through the bars.

“That isn’t important.” The man in the white lab coat turned to someone else that resembled a guard. “Keep an eye on him. I don’t want anything to go wrong.”

“Yes, sir.” The bulky guard nodded to the lab coat man then looked down at Heaven, a sneer lifting his lip.

Heaven shrank back, pushing himself to the back of the cage and, at the same time, noticing that he was completely naked. He curled up, pulling his legs to his chest to hide what he was sure was shown off to everyone in the room.

His eyes scanned around him. There were three more people in the room along with the lab coat man and the guard. The other three
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wore medical scrubs. Was he in a hospital? He couldn’t be. If so, he wouldn’t be in a cage.

“Why am I here?” Heaven attempted once more to get some answers.

“Dr. Rawling, please give the test subject something to quiet him,” the lab coat man called across the room. Heaven’s eyes roamed around, noticing tubes and beakers, a cold-looking steel table, and plenty of machines.

He was in a lab, a shifter’s worst nightmare. Who were they, and how did he come to be here? The most important question was what did they do to him?

Again he searched his memory but came up blank. His hand covered his mouth to stifle the cry that would have broken free as he realized he couldn’t remember a lot of things. He knew his name was Heaven. And he also knew he was a wolf shifter. Beyond that, his memory became fuzzy.

One thing he knew for certain was that he had to get out of here.

An overwhelming sense of loss crashed through him, but he didn’t know why. Something tugged at his memory but then spun away as soon as Heaven reached for it.

His chest constricted at a feeling of losing someone important to him. But who?

Glancing at the front of the cage he saw an electronic pad he assumed was the lock. Okay, so breaking out wasn’t going to work.

They had to let him out. How else would he use the bathroom? From the stitches, he assumed he also would be examined.

Heaven swallowed at the ramifications of what being in this place meant. Humans knew about shifters. His eyes darted up to the man referred to as Dr. Rawling as he approached the cage, syringe in hand.

“Open it up,” Dr. Rawling ordered the guard. Heaven tried to shrink back even farther, but the guard reached in and pulled him from the cage.

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“No!” Heaven cried, but it did no good. The pinch to his neck came. He slapped his hand over his neck, kicking and biting to get the large guard off of him.

“Feisty, aren’t you?” The guard growled and slapped Heaven across his face.

“Be careful with him, damn it. I don’t need years of research to be botched because you couldn’t control your temper,” the man in the white lab coat yelled at the guard.

“He fucking bit me.” The guard shoved Heaven back into the cage, his eyes threatening retribution at the first chance available to him. Heaven scooted back, wrapping his arms around his legs. His head started feeling sluggish. When he raised his arm, it looked like he was moving in slow motion.

“I see it’s working. Good. He needs plenty of rest. I don’t need the stitches tearing or any internal bleeding to start,” the lab coat man said as he continued to write in the chart.

“What did you do to me?” Heaven screamed, his fingers wrapping around the cold bars.

“Back off, Hank, and let the sedative take effect. He’ll calm down in a moment.” The lab coat man spoke to the guard.

The pain in his abdomen was easing. It must be the drugs taking effect. He wasn’t sleepy, just felt a little loopy. What in God’s name had they done to him? Heaven also wondered how the human drugs were working on him. Shifters were immune to human drugs. Just who were these people?

“You’ll find out.” The guard laughed evilly as he rattled Heaven’s cage, the sound echoing in his ears and down to his very soul. Heaven began to shake, fear riding strong on his back at the millions of possibilities of what they could have done.

“Is he calm?”

“Looks dopey to me,” the guard told the white lab coat man.

“Then bring him here.”

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Heaven’s heart raced out of control as the guard punched the keypad and opened the door. “If you bite me, I’m gonna kick the shit out of you regardless to what Doc says.” Heaven’s back hit the bars behind him, but it still wasn’t far enough away. Hank grabbed his arm and pulled him until he was free of the cage. He wanted to run, but whatever they had given him made him feel boneless, and all he could do was comply.

Hank picked him up like a rag doll and dropped him onto the cold steel table.

“I told you to be careful with him,” the white lab coat man snapped at Hank, who just shrugged and sneered once again at Heaven.

“Strap him down,” Dr. Rawling ordered.

Heaven watched as Hank pulled leather straps from under the table and yanked his right arm out, securing it. He was even less gentle with the other three limbs.

Heaven yanked but found Hank had done his job well. There was no slack, no extra room for him to slide out of. He lay there exposed to everyone. An internal need to cover his groin made him pull harder at the leather, but it didn’t give. All he could do at this point was close his eyes and pray that whatever they were about to do was painless and nonsexual.

The white lab coat man started poking and prodding his stomach, Heaven whimpered at the dull pain the action produced. His gut felt like it was on fire all over again. He opened his eyes to see the man studying his incision.

“Subject is tender as to be expected after major surgery.” The white lab coat man had clicked a recorder on and began to talk through the exam. Heaven kept his eyes closed as the cold hands roamed over him, checking his vitals and poking him in various areas of his body.