The Warrior Wolf

8

"Your highness, you need to stay warm." I warn the Prince once again. I adjust his blankets, as we sleep close in the tent. "You're freezing and it's cold outside, you have to keep warm."

"I just can't get comfortable." He groans.

I huff out and check on his vitals again. I start to replace the bandages and gauze that are on his stomach from the bullet wound. I gently take the old ones off and prepare to clean the wound and make sure there's no infection. His skin is cold to touch, I have to keep him warm and my hands warm to make this less uncomfortable.

Changing the old gauze with new and clean pieces, I strap with tape before wrapping a new bandage around him. I start to zip up his coat, only to realise the best thing for him to keep his warmth is skin to skin. I regret even thinking about it, knowing that if Derrick find out, it may or may not kill him to know I've been more intimate with someone else than him.

"What the fuck are you doing, Captain?" The Prince asks me.

"The best way to keep you warm and keep that body temperature is for skin to skin contact." I tell him. I start to unzip my coat and unbutton my shirt. "Don't worry, I'm not happy about it either. But it's the only way you'll survive through the night at this rate. Trust me, being intimate like this with you is the last thing I ever wanted. Fuck, Derrick wouldn't like it."

"Jee, way to make a guy feel special. Who's Derrick?"

"None of your business, that's who."

I sit up, making myself comfortable amongst the blankets and shitty pillows that we were given. The tent rambles and shakes from the storm that's brewing outside. I pat myself down, then help the Prince wrap his arms around my waist, having his face up against my shoulder and on my breast. His arm wraps around my stomach, his hand inching up towards my breasts.

"If you think about groping me, so help me goddess I'll let you die in the storm."

"I wasn't going to grab your tits, don't get ahead of yourself. I'd at least treat you like a lady, wine and dine you before I'd even think about touching you." He grumbles into my shoulder.

I feel his body temperature going up, just from out contact. "Good."

"Anything to please you, Captain." I feel him smirk.

"I feel something poking me, your highness." I mutter. I almost want to knee him for it.

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm cold and need to pee."

"Oh, I wasn't flattering myself. I'm just glad to know it works, since I heard about that herpes break out, from Officer Suzy."

He sits up, well bolts up at that news.

"Good to know you take your health seriously." I laugh.

"Don't mess around, Croft."

"Oh, I'm Croft now and not Captain. Damn, I was just getting use to it." I push him back towards me, to keep his warmth. MY wolf was actually purring at his contact and enjoying his company.

He chuckles. "Just shut up and go to sleep, Captain."

My mind kept on replaying that night over and over in my head. Reminding me of the one time I may have seemed unfaithful to Derrick. But I didn't care, I saved a mans life, only to have a bullet wound to me the following evening when we were escaping the war zone to get Drew to safety.

We've been sleeping with each other for the past week. A week of early mornings and leaving him in the bed, alone. Drew leaves in a day or two back to the Palace to return to his royal duties. I'm staying here for now, since we haven't really talked about what's going to happen between us. Or we haven't talked at all. I've been ignoring it, avoiding it as humanly possible.