Before Malcolm could even process the dark, terrifying finality of the Enigma's vow, Dahmer's hands moved in a blur of terrifying, high-speed motion.
With a sudden, violent tug that completely defied Malcom's defensive stance, Dahmer hooked his long fingers around Malcolm's waist. He pulled the King of Deviloy downward, completely catching him off guard when he least expected it, and forced Malcolm to sit directly on his lap. Before Malcolm could even plant his feet on the floorboards to stand back up, Dahmer wrapped his arms around the Alpha's broad chest, locking him firmly against his torso like an iron vice.
"What the hell—! Release me!" Malcolm roared, his entire body jolting with a fierce, panicked surge of adrenaline.
