Free Flynn, Joyee - My Feisty Kitten [Purrfect Mates 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Joyee Flynn Page B

answered as he rubbed his hands together in glee. Oh, this guy was way too excited about that. Yeah, he’d die first. “And he’s really old. Do you know how strong their blood can make us if we drink from them? But, then again, you must know that since he’s your mate.” The main guy snarled at him as if the excitement had given away too much information.
    I saw Aaron wince before hiding it. Yeah, he had no clue, of course. Then I smelled something that made me want to vomit. And now I was fucking scared. We were so screwed and I bemoaned never getting to tell Imogen or Aaron how I felt. I really looked forward to spending the rest of our lives together and was distraught that it would end.
    Then I just about smacked myself in the head. I was not giving up because I was scared! We would see many, many years together, and these fuckers would all die.
    “You’re not all vampires. You brought Followers.” I let my anger show in my words at the threat against my mates. I couldn’t deny my fear, but it wasn’t the only thing I was feeling right then and I could use that.
    “It is our master that is the one making them,” the asshole leader replied with a smirk. “I see you’ve met them before.”
    “Not personally, but I have a friend that killed a few.”
    “And he lives to tell the tale? Impressive,” he said with a nod as if considering how it had happened. “I don’t see a flamethrower among your pathetic army here.” That was a helpful tidbit the idiot just gave away. “You will all die painfully, and we will take the fairy anyway. Just hand him over and you may live. Be smart and answer correctly.”
    “Fuck. You. How’s that for your answer?” Aaron snarled along with flipping them off on both hands. “We’re not giving you our mate.”
    “Then you will die,” the asshole growled. The bad vamps all started shifting, and I did my best to hide my fear. We were so fucked, but I knew we wouldn’t go down without a fight.
    “You first,” Imogen shouted. We all glanced up to see him flying above the house as flames burst from his hands. Holy shit! While everyone was distracted, I shifted to full tiger form and went after the leader.
    “Are you insane?” Trey screamed in our shared mental link. “Everyone else runs from fire and you go toward it.”
    “If we take out the main guy while Imogen gets the Followers, then they’ll have no leader to order them what to do. The rest don’t seem to be the sharpest knives in the drawer.”
    “Sounds good to me,” Avery said as he pulled ahead of us. The little shit was always the fastest, and normally I would have been pissed that he was racing into danger before we’d be there to help him, but, right then, we needed the advantage.
    And it worked. He launched himself on the guy and tore out most of his throat before we even got there. Just to be sure he was dead, I tore out the rest until his head snapped off. Then the other vamps were on us. It was easy to see who were Followers and who were straight vamps since the zombie guys didn’t think on their own.
    I couldn’t get over the way they stood there and let Imogen light them up like firecrackers without so much as trying to dodge his flames. I wanted to stare in amazement at the beauty of my mate. He was like an avenging angel in all his glory. But another vamp jumped on my back and sank his teeth into me. I knocked the guy loose and tore at his neck with my paw.
    Ten of the thirty were real vamps while the rest were Followers. And we could take ten vamps, but I seriously hoped they gave up when they realized they were in too deep. That would have been the best-case scenario right then considering we were already in a fight. But we weren’t doing bad on our own with Imogen’s living flamethrower ability. I bet my little mate had heard that part.
    “Wolves are here,” Trey shouted with relief after we heard several close howls in a battle cry. They rushed right into the mix.
    Strong arms