Dahmer's eyes flicked over to him instantly, the calculated smile still playing on his lips. He watched Malcolm's rough, jerky movements with a look of satisfaction.
"What's wrong, wifey?" Dahmer inquired softly, his tone dripping with a smooth, maddening tenderness. "Is the baby acting up again? Do you need me to soothe your stomach again?"
"I'm perfectly fine," Malcolm snapped, his voice dangerously low, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek. He gestured sharply toward the beautiful Omega woman with a cold, dismissive flick of his chin. "I'm only giving you some damn space so you can be comfortable with your woman. I wouldn't want to crowd the two of you."
Dahmer's smile broadened just a fraction, a victorious light flashing within his silver eyes. "Oh," Dahmer murmured, his baritone voice dropping into a smooth, thoroughly arrogant purr. "That is so considerate of you, Malcolm. Thank you so much for being so understanding."
