Dahmer shifted his weight slightly on the edge of the mattress, the movement causing his thighs to flex beneath Malcolm's captive weight. He tilted his hidden face upward, the dark, polished visor of his charcoal-gray mechanical mask gleaming under the ambient bedroom lights as he brought his voice-box right back to the flushed shell of the King's ear.
"And speaking of your magnificent biology, my King..." Dahmer murmured, his mechanical voice dropping into a dangerously smooth, anticipatory cadence. "I truly cannot wait to see you in your heat period tonight. I have calibrated every single environmental sensor in this suite to monitor your escalating core temperature. I cannot wait to witness exactly how you will handle yourself when the true weight of the mate bond finally crashes through your defenses during that exquisite time."
