The parade didn't last long, because instead of the usual kiss on the buttcheeks that Alanor always gave his pets, he simply gave them gentle touches.
For the men, he held onto their d!cks, as if confirming the lengths himself, for the women, his hands didn't go down beyond their nipples as he cupped them with both hands, and gently squeezed them.
Of course, a man skilled in his art could make the women cvm by just his touches. But today was not that day.
Today, he didn't want to care, and maybe it was because he was so sure that he would moan Grant's name somewhere in between, which wouldn't be okay, no matter what perspective he tried to look at it from.
He had rejected his mate and he just couldn't let himself feel good about that.
Not today.
