Dahmer completely ignored the hand clamping down on his wrist. With a sudden, powerful pull beneath the water, he yanked Malcolm forward. The movement was so fast and forceful that Malcolm's legs slid apart, and his back left the ceramic wall of the tub. He gasped as his chest crashed flat against Dahmer's bare, pale chest. Dahmer immediately wrapped his other long arm around Malcolm's upper body, locking him in a tight embrace that pressed their naked torsos together, the hot, soapy water splashing over their shoulders.
"There is no reason to tell me to stop, Malcolm," Dahmer murmured directly into his ear, his natural, deep voice vibrating right against the Alpha's skin. "It is not a bad thing for me to praise my mate. Your skin is burning hot."
