Dahmer Lukas moved through the master bedroom with an icy, single-minded focus. He carefully laid Malcolm's body down onto the center of the king-sized bed. The Alpha King remained unconscious, his face tight and his breathing uneven.
As Dahmer's hands lingered on Malcolm's chest, he noticed a terrifying wave of heat radiating through the cashmere sweater. Malcolm's skin was burning up, a feverish sweat quickly soaking into his clothes from the storm inside his body.
Dahmer's heart hammered against his ribs. He turned around, grabbed a silver basin, and filled it to the brim with lukewarm water, throwing a clean white cloth inside. He rushed back to the bedside.
With quick, intense movements, Dahmer stripped Malcolm completely naked, tossing the clothes onto the floor without a single care. He squeezed out the wet cloth and gently pressed it against Malcolm's handsome face, wiping away the sweat from his forehead, his high cheekbones, and his rigid jawline.
