Unattainable [The Wolves of Shade County 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by JC Holly

  Even through his tiredness he couldn’t help but admire the cabin. It wasn’t the largest building in the world, but it was perfectly built, looking like the ones used in magazines to advertise everything from air freshener to chainsaws.

  “And you built this by yourself?” Micky asked.

  “Mmhmm.” Hudson lead them to the front door. “Few years back, now. I got permission, so long as I used all sustainable materials and kept it small. All the room we need inside, though.”

  Few animals seemed to be roaming in this part of the woods, from what Micky could smell and hear, but he was also aware that his skills weren’t perfect yet. It made sense, though, given that this was a place that Hudson spent a lot of time in his other form. A chill ran up Micky’s spine as he considered that he, too, would soon have to shift, and for the first time ever. He was glad he’d have Hudson by his side the whole time.

  The inside of the cabin was much as expected, only cleaner. Hudson was fastidious with the upkeep, it appeared, and there wasn’t so much as a speck of sawdust on the large rugs that covered the floor. A small pile of logs lay by the stove, and Hudson busied himself stacking a small fire.

  “Take a seat,” he said over his shoulder. “I know you’re tired.”

  Micky chuckled and dropped onto the small wood-framed sofa. “Did you build this too?”

  “Back before I worked at the bar. Had more time on my hands, then.”

  Micky leaned over and pulled a bottle of water from the backpack. He would have been surprised by the small lube bottle if he hadn’t already smelled it on the walk. For now, though, he left it in the pack and zipped it up once more.

  Hudson finished building the fire and closed the small metal door before turning and walking to the sofa. He dropped down close to Micky and accepted a swig from the bottle

  “So,” Micky said, as he stooped to pull off his boots so he could curl up. “Once we’re settled in, what’s the plan?”

  “Fifteen minutes to relax, and then we’ll start with some speed training. I want to see what your reflexes are like,” Hudson explained.

  Micky nodded. “And then?”

  “Strength, stamina, then food.”

  “And shifting?”

  Hudson shook his head. “Not unless you want to. For now we’ll just see how it goes.”

  Micky smiled. “Good. I’m not too sure, yet. I mean, this is the perfect place to do it, but it’s kinda scary.”

  “Because of the pain?”

  “More the whole ‘becoming another species’ thing, actually.”

  Hudson put his hand on Micky’s shoulder. “We’ll go at your pace with that. As for the regular training, though, your ass is mine.”

  Micky raised an eyebrow. “I hope you mean in more ways than just training.”

  * * * *

  Hudson gave Micky just long enough to start to relax after their walk to the cabin before standing and gesturing for Micky to do the same.

  “Speed,” Hudson said, as he pulled a stone from his pocket.

  Micky glanced at the pebble and smirked. “Are you going to make me snatch that from your hand? Because that’s so Karate Kid it’s not even funny.”

  Hudson shrugged. “There’s a reason it’s so clichéd. It works.”

  Micky gave an over-the-top sigh and then stood square to Hudson.

  “Now, it’s pretty simple.” Hudson placed the pebble in the center of his palm. “Whenever you’re ready, you go for it.”

  “What do I win if I get it?”

  Hudson raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think you’ll get it?”

  As soon as he finished speaking, Micky darted his hand forward. It was an impressive attempt and almost caught Hudson off balance. He hadn’t expected so much speed. He snatched his hand closed at the last second and made a mental note to pay more attention next time.

  The close call had Micky grinning wide. Suddenly the game seemed more fun, it appeared.

  “Almost had you,” he said.

  Hudson unfurled his fingers once more. “Almost.”

  The next few times were less of a close call, since Hudson had Micky’s speed worked out, and each time the man missed the grab, he seemed to become a little more determined. Hudson was tempted to slow down a little, but if Micky noticed, he’d never hear the end of it. Besides, the exercise wasn’t about grabbing the stone, but about honing Micky’s reflexes and encouraging persistence.

  Five minutes later, Hudson was considering changing the exercise to something else. Micky had become quiet, and his concentration was solely on Hudson’s hand. Just as he was about to call an end to it, though, Micky surprised him. Faster than Hudson could react, Micky’s hand shot forward and snatched the stone before Hudson’s fingers could even move half the distance to making a fist. Micky seemed just as surprised as Hudson and had to glance down at his own hand twice before looking up again.

  “I did it.”

  “You did.” Hudson grinned. “That was impressive.”

  “You’re telling me.” Micky laughed and tossed the stone in the air, catching it deftly. “I thought I was never going to get it.”

  “But you did. You beat a five-hundred-year-old wolf at his own game.”

  Micky’s smile spread further. “Maybe you’re getting too old.”

  Hudson snatched the stone back from Micky before the man even realized what had happened. “Wanna bet?”

  “Hey, that’s mine! I won it!”

  Micky lunged for the stone and Hudson danced away with a laugh.

  “Come and get it, then!” Hudson held it up for Micky, then dodged back as the man came forward. “Put some effort into it!”

  For the next ten minutes, the pair played keep away like a couple of high-schoolers. Every time Micky got close, Hudson would dart away and tease the man for being sluggish. In response Micky would try even harder, grinning the whole time. He placed so much focus on the stone that he seemed to put his own ideas of his limitations behind himself and began to slowly increase in speed until Hudson had to really work hard to keep away. Shortly after that, the stone was once again in Micky’s hand, and Hudson certainly hadn’t let him win.

  “There,” Hudson said, trying to hide his shortness of breath. “Once you get past your preconceived limits, you can do so much more.”

  “I’m awesome.” Micky grinned back, then tossed the stone in the corner of the room. “So, what’s next?”

  Hudson gestured to an axe in the corner of the room. “Got a couple of trees that need felling.”

  Micky walked over to the small hand axe and hefted it, his skepticism clear. “With this?”

  Hudson shrugged and walked to the door. “I can do it.”

  He paused at the door and watched Micky, who alternated his gaze between the axe and Hudson.

  “There’s a reward if you manage it,” Hudson said.

  “Oh? What kind of reward?”

  Hudson turned and walked out of the door. “The kind that doesn’t involve clothing,” he said over his shoulder.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Hudson worked Micky until the sun began to set above the trees to the west, and Micky had to admit that once he’d started he enjoyed every minute.

  He’d never been much of a hands-on person, but since the change, nature had seemed so much more appealing. It made sense, he figured, since he was part wolf now. Wolves weren’t commonly found in desk jobs, after all.

  As he worked on the trees, first chopping them down and then stripping their branches, Hudson talked about his past and his experiences as a shifter. It was fascinating to listen to, and once again Micky found that when his mind was on other things, his abilities came to the fore. During one particular tale, Micky had been so enthralled in Hudson’s words that he’d been quite surprised when suddenly Hudson was pushing him out of the way. It turned out that, while he thought he was barely making a dent, he’d almost cut right through the tree’s trunk, and seconds later it had decided to try and crush him. They laughed
it off, but in the back of Micky’s mind he wondered what would have happened if he’d been out there alone.

  Some of his abilities were beginning to scare him, he had to be honest. It was one thing being able to smell a rabbit in the back garden while you were still a block away from the house, and quite another to be able to leap a river like it was a stream. What would happen if he was in his car and had to come to a sudden halt? Would he accidentally slam his foot through the floor of the car? Or what if someone crept up behind him and made him jump? Would he lash out on instinct and put them in the hospital?

  The sensible thing to do would be to tell Hudson about his worries, but he didn’t want to seem like he was having second thoughts about something that was a gift and couldn’t be revoked.

  By the time they walked back to the cabin he’d pushed the worries from his mind, telling himself that they would pass.

  “Hungry?” Hudson asked, as they dropped onto the sofa.

  “Starved.”

  Micky’s stomach gurgled at the thought. He’d been worked hard and had built an appetite of epic proportions. He wasn’t sure what Hudson would have in the cabin, given that it didn’t have a freezer, or even a cooler, but whatever he was planning to prepare, Micky would be eating most of it.

  “There’s a shower in the back if you want to clean up,” Hudson said, standing. “I’ll prepare things, then jump in after we’ve eaten.”

  Micky nodded in agreement and climbed back to his feet. Much to his amusement, after only a couple of minutes rest his aches were already half of what they were. Half of “damn severe” was still pretty achy, though, so he made for the cooling touch of the shower.

  It was lucky that he was in the mood for cold, since that’s all the shower was capable of. As much as he wanted to relax under the spray, he had no idea how much water the tank held and didn’t want Hudson to go without.

  As he worked on the rest of his body, his mind began to wander, and his hand found his cock. His shifter blood had stopped the usual result of cold water on that specific body part, and it wasn’t long before he’d hardened under his touch. He listened for Hudson, wondering what he was doing at that moment. They had teased each other earlier about having some fun in the cabin, and now that he was naked and stroking himself, his appetite had shifted from food to sex.

  With a smirk to himself, he shut off the shower and stepped out into the small bathroom. Perhaps if he caught Hudson early enough, they could postpone the cooking for a bit. He didn’t bother with drying himself off or putting on any clothes. He barely felt the cold, even from his wet feet on the hardwood floor. He paused by the bathroom door and took a deep breath to increase his confidence, then stepped into the main room of the cabin.

  Hudson had his back to him and was leaned over the small kitchen counter as he chopped up some vegetables.

  “Done already?” he said without turning.

  “Not done, no.” Micky smirked at the man’s obliviousness. “I was thinking…”

  “Oh?”

  He began to stroke his cock once more and waited. After a few more seconds, Hudson turned to look at Micky, his gaze moving straight from eye level to cock level. His eyebrows rose sharply and he tossed the knife onto the counter and wiped his hands on the back of his pants.

  “And just what were you thinking about?” Hudson said, his voice lower now as lust began to creep in.

  Micky stepped up to his lover and gripped his growing bulge through his pants. “I was thinking we’d postpone the dinner while you lube up this big cock of yours and shove it up my ass.”

  Hudson gripped Micky’s ass and pulled him closer still. “That’s your plan, huh?”

  Micky nodded. “Unless you have something better in mind? You’re the boss, after all.”

  “Get on your knees.”

  Micky’s stomach flipped as Hudson growled the command. This is what he’d wanted from the moment they’d set out for the cabin, and he was going to make sure it was memorable for both of them.

  He dropped to his knees and tore at Hudson’s jeans, yanking them hard enough to rip the top button away. They came down a moment later, and Micky leaned in so close that when Hudson’s cock sprang free it hit him in the face. He grabbed it and pulled back the foreskin, then kissed the tip before sinking his mouth onto the thick shaft.

  Hudson groaned as Micky began to suck, and the man’s large hands gripped the sides of Micky’s head. “Take it all.”

  Micky was more than happy to oblige and relaxed his throat as Hudson pulled him down on to his cock. Within moments he had taken almost the whole length, and after a few movements on the shaft to moisten it further, he had done as commanded. Hudson held him in place, so that Micky’s nose pushed against Hudson’s groin, then after a few moments relaxed his grip so that Micky could move off and take a breath.

  One breath was all he could take, though, as once he had done so, Hudson pulled him back down onto his cock and Micky was forced to take the length once more. This time Hudson held him in place for longer, too, and Micky had a sneaking suspicion that it was part of his training, to see how long he could hold his breath. Micky was more than up to the challenge, and responded by grabbing Hudson’s ass cheeks and pulling him closer and deeper still. Hudson gasped in surprise, then chuckled.

  “Nobody sucks cock like you, Micky,” he said.

  Micky held the position for as long as he could bear, then pulled away, sucking a deep lungful of air in. “Lots of practice.”

  “That a fact?”

  “Yup.” Micky stroked the thick shaft, leaning in to flick his tongue over the head. “I’m a regular slut when it comes to head, you know.”

  That wasn’t strictly true, but he knew it turned Hudson on to hear it. As expected, the man shuddered in excitement and began to push Micky down onto his cock once more. Micky let himself be guided and with his free hand began to masturbate, keeping it slow to extend the pleasure.

  Hudson gradually become more and more forceful, much to Micky’s enjoyment, and within minutes he pulled Micky away and hauled him to his feet and spun him on the spot, pointing him to the cabin door.

  “Let’s take this outside,” Hudson said. It wasn’t a request.

  Micky headed slowly toward the door, putting a confident swing into his hips, but inside he was still a little tentative. They were in the middle of nowhere, it was true, but hikers did pass by on rare occasions, right?

  Hudson paused by the sofa to retrieve his lube bottle, then stripped naked and tossed his clothes onto the sofa. Whatever reservations Micky had had a few moments ago, they disappeared as soon as he saw Hudson in all his glory. He wanted the man, and he didn’t care how or where, as long as it was now.

  Micky moved to the door and opened it wide, taking in a breath of fresh air as he did.

  “Nice out,” he commented over his shoulder.

  “It’ll look even better with your bare ass in it.”

  Micky smirked and headed out. Hudson stopped him before he got more than a few paces from the door and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close, his cock pushing against Micky’s ass. He sucked in a breath in surprise and Hudson chuckled.

  “Over there.”

  He pointed to the old tree trunk that had earlier served as a chopping block. Micky moved as he was commanded and dropped to his knees in front of the trunk, then leaned forward, resting elbows and forearms on the hard wood.

  “Like this?” he asked, looking back.

  Hudson nodded and flipped the cap on the lube bottle, then rubbed a generous amount onto his cock, paying special attention to the head. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

  You’re not the only one. Micky shifted for a better position, then prepared himself, relaxing as far as he could in readiness for what he was about to receive. Hudson announced his presence with a sharp slap on the ass cheek, and Micky gasped in response.

  A moment later he felt what he’d been looking forward to all damn day, as Hudson’s cockhead pushed a
gainst his asshole. Micky let out a long breath and closed his eyes as he forced himself to relax, despite his body’s insistence that he tense instead.

  “That’s it,” Hudson murmured. “A little more.”

  He groaned as the head pushed into Micky’s ass and stopped at that point while he adjusted to the size, then continued to push deeper. All other thoughts left Micky’s head, replaced with only the pleasure of the moment as Hudson began to work back and forth, going a little deeper each time.

  A breeze whipped up around them, reminding Micky of their current position, but if anything the reminder only turned Micky on further. Where before he worried that someone might discover them, his horniness had flipped it entirely, and he now hoped they would. The thought of someone standing in the tree line, watching Hudson slip back and forth into Micky’s ass, served to quicken his already rapid heartbeat.

  Perhaps he had been unknowingly glancing about the area, as Hudson picked up on his thoughts.

  “Talk to them,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  Micky frowned. “What?”

  “Maybe someone’s watching somewhere.” Hudson grunted as he slid deeper still. “Maybe there are a dozen people watching. Maybe from a tour bus or something. Tell them how it feels.”

  Micky could sense no such thing, but he was more than willing to play along if it would excite Hudson further.

  “It feels good,” Micky said between breaths. “So good.”

  “Louder,” Hudson said, his own voice increasing in volume. “What feels good?”

  “Your cock,” Micky said. “God, it feels so good inside me.”

  Hudson slapped his ass hard enough to make Micky yelp. “Louder!”