Exton

Byron turns his head to glimpse Alise. The sight of her back took more of his attention than he intended. A low growl slips from his throat and Byron turns to look more fully at his handiwork. Stoney caught the scent of arousal.

Byron grins. He laughs, licking his lips and turns to taunt Stoney. His head rocks back as Stoney's fist slams into his jaw.. Any other creature would have gone down, but Byron catches himself and launches into Stoney.

The fight is brutal. Growls echo in the night as each man grapples for an opening. Byron twists, attempting to throw Stoney, only to find himself caught in the Gargoyle's arms. Byron's foot comes up, lashing back. His bare heel slams into the wounds on Stoney's thigh. Byron breaks loose as Stoney drops to a knee. He turns and snaps the chains across Stoney's chest. As the falls swing again, Stoney lifts an arm, letting the chains wrap around his wrist. He tugs, pulling Byron close. Byron releases the flogger and attempts to step back. Stoney's other hand snakes out and grips Byron's manhood.

"You made a mistake, mon ami. I am a true *Gargouille. Unlike my Kin, I am no mixed breed. Your little chains, they do me no harm." He twists his hand. Byron screams. "You are turned on by what you have done, oui? I am sure mon Alli was not." Stoney twists again, smiling as he rises.

Stoney grips Byron's throat, lifting the man from his feet. "I should kill you now. But I think my woman has a few things she wants you to know."

Stoney drops Byron, pulling him back to his feet in a full nelson. The were's arms are trapped, forcing him to face Alise.