Dahmer didn't flinch or attempt to violently yank his wrist out of Malcolm's iron grip. Instead, he allowed his bare arm to remain perfectly still beneath the crushing force of the Alpha's fingers, his posture lazily relaxed despite being caught red-handed in the dark. A soft, low rumble vibrated deep within his chest, entirely unbothered by the sheer panic radiating from the King.
"I am simply going with the flow, Malcolm," Dahmer replied, his tone smooth, quiet, and deceptively casual in the quiet room. He tilted his head slightly, the cloth of his night mask shifting against his jaw. "You are a very heavy sleeper, and you have been recklessly tossing your limbs across my side of the mattress for the past hour. I was completely unable to bear my mate's weight on me without taking action. And when I turned on the light... these sexy, exposed thighs of yours simply drove me crazy. An Enigma is only human when presented with such an invitation."
