Gavin didn't welcome Wyatt's interruption, and neither did his wolf. He especially didn't like the interest in his pack brother's eyes as he looked upon the human female who'd literally bumped into him.
Something about the dark-haired, shy creature drew him-and made him harder than a rod of steel. Damn, he didn't remember the last time, if any, the simple presence of a female affected him so.
When he took his leave, with a promise to return later, he meant it, especially after his brief taste of her skin and scent. Even though the woman was obviously not pack, she called to him. Only a stupid wolf, or one determined to limit himself by frolicking only with his kind, would ignore her appeal. In the Lycan world, the males outnumber the females in large numbers. And the she-wolves they had weren't for casual fucking. If a Lycan maid caught a male's eye, then he either mated with her or went without. A male wolf also had to accept his place as only one of several mates.