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

by Joyee Flynn

  Purrfect Mates 7

  My Feisty Kitten

  The peril facing the shifter community has led people to relocate for the purpose of protection. During such chaos, fate brings the seemingly unlikely trio of tiger, fairy, and vampire together.

  Sasha Donovan is a saber-toothed tiger shifter who selflessly jumps in to help the fleeing families. Finding his mates gives him hope for the future.

  Imogen Milford is a prince of the fae with an intense hatred for vampires. Sasha does not hesitate to rescue Imogen when he finds the enchanting, powerful fairy bruised and battered after a narrow escape.

  Aaron Loman is a vampire who recently parted from his longtime partner. Now that he has found his own mates, he truly wants everything to work between them.

  As these mates deal with the oncoming threat and each other, will Imogen and Aaron be able to reconcile or will Sasha be torn between them forever?

  Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal

  Length: 35,686 words

  MY FEISTY KITTEN

  Purrfect Mates 7

  Joyee Flynn

  MENAGE AMOUR

  MANLOVE

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED: Your non-refundable purchase of this e-book allows you to only ONE LEGAL copy for your own personal reading on your own personal computer or device. You do not have resell or distribution rights without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner of this book. This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred from your computer to another through upload to a file sharing peer to peer program, for free or for a fee, or as a prize in any contest. Such action is illegal and in violation of the U.S. Copyright Law. Distribution of this e-book, in whole or in part, online, offline, in print or in any way or any other method currently known or yet to be invented, is forbidden. If you do not want this book anymore, you must delete it from your computer.

  WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  If you find a Siren-BookStrand e-book being sold or shared illegally, please let us know at

  legal@sirenbookstrand.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  IMPRINT: Ménage Amour ManLove

  MY FEISTY KITTEN

  Copyright © 2011 by Joyee Flynn

  E-book ISBN: 1-61034-847-8

  First E-book Publication: September 2011

  Cover design by Jinger Heaston

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2011 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  PUBLISHER

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  Letter to Readers

  Dear Readers,

  If you have purchased this copy of My Feisty Kitten by Joyee Flynn from BookStrand.com or its official distributors, thank you. Also, thank you for not sharing your copy of this book.

  Regarding E-book Piracy

  This book is copyrighted intellectual property. No other individual or group has resale rights, auction rights, membership rights, sharing rights, or any kind of rights to sell or to give away a copy of this book.

  The author and the publisher work very hard to bring our paying readers high-quality reading entertainment.

  This is Joyee Flynn’s livelihood. It’s fair and simple. Please respect Ms. Flynn’s right to earn a living from her work.

  Amanda Hilton, Publisher

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  www.BookStrand.com

  DEDICATION

  To Jane: Thanks for the awesome title and always being such a pleasure in the Yahoo Group. I hope the book lives up to your title!

  MY FEISTY KITTEN

  Purrfect Mates 7

  JOYEE FLYNN

  Copyright © 2011

  Chapter 1

  “I’m heading up to Conley’s estate now that I finished loading the last of the Bears’ stuff.”

  “And, oddly enough, they are actually bear shifters.” Aaron Loman chuckled on the other end of my cell. His deep voice always sent shivers down my spine. And no matter how silly or stupid the comment, if he laughed, I couldn’t help but smile. It was like his mirth was infectious.

  “I know, right? Who came up with that one?” I rolled my eyes, trying to picture if my name had been Sasha Saber-Tooth Tiger instead of Sasha Donovan. Yikes! That’s just a horrid name.

  “The older I get, Sasha, the more I see that people aren’t always that creative. But I am excited we’re finally going to get to meet.”

  “Finally?” I laughed and felt my heart warm. “We’ve been talking for a week or so. You make it sound like it’s been years.”

  “Sorry, I’m just really lonely since I moved to Conley’s,” he replied with a sigh. “And it’s really not about losing Logan. I’m happy he found his mates; I just want mine, too. After all the shit that went down with Harold and then betraying Curtis to go rescue Logan, everyone here looks at me like I’m a viper, Sasha. I don’t know anyone besides in passing, and I feel like I’ve got the scarlet letter fucking tattooed on my forehead.

  “And some of the vamps here are total douche bag elitists. I know they look down on me for losing my partner to two shifters. What the fuck should that matter? They’re his mates. All around, I just feel like I’m losing my mind here. The only thing that doesn’t suck is talking to you and helping coordinate the evacuations.”

  “It’ll get better, Aaron. Curtis was never mad at you, and Conley isn’t holding anything against you,” I said gently. I felt so bad for him and everything my new friend had recently gone through. “After we get everyone to the designated safe area, packs, or vamp covens and things calm down, I think you need a vacation.”

  “To where?” I could hear the smile in his voice, which was what I’d been shooting for.

  “We could start small,” I answered after I thought about it for a moment. “We’ll go to my brother Avery’s place. They’ve got a huge ranch with horses and the local pack there, so it’s not isolated or in danger from Hunters or zombie things or the boogeyman.”

  “Hey, it’s going to be okay, Sasha,” Aaron said tenderly, and I wanted to hug the phone, pretending it was the man. Shit, when was the last time I had a good hug where I was the one being comforted instead of doing the comforting? Yeah, so long I couldn’t even give a month estimate.

  “I had to move my parents out of their farm yesterday, Aaron. It’s been in our family for a while. My mom was crying, and my dads were frazzled from needing to sell it in this crap market. I get why the Council and the vamp Council are doing this. It’s smart, we need to stop acting alone and ignoring the dangers in the world for paranormals. But the Bear family had lived on that land for seven generations. It’s a part of them, and they’re giving up so much. It’s just not fair!”

  Just then I saw what I guessed was a streak of light dart out into the street. Going off my gut, I turned right to follow it even
though the street would take me away from the expressway that I needed to go on. But since when does light randomly flash like that? And it was leaving some sort of shimmering trail.

  “Let me call you back, Aaron,” I said and hung up the phone. I felt bad that I hadn’t heard what he’d been saying, and I was being completely rude the way I didn’t wait for an answer from him. But this was all too weird not to have my full attention. I kept turning, winding around corners back and forth in what seemed to be a deserted warehouse district in Casper, Wyoming.

  It seemed the current economy had hit this area of the country as well. A few of the buildings looked like they’d been vandalized. One seemed to have started being dismantled for parts but not by professionals. Almost no windows were intact in any of the buildings. And it wasn’t just dark there, it was creepy. It was like I knew there were people around, eyes to watch for when I left so they could get back to their nefarious dealings.

  Finally the trail stopped and there was a small blue ball huddled in a corner. Oh so many jokes about blue balls to be made on that one if the situation had been different. I was almost scared to check it out and not just because self-preservation was kicking in and screaming, “Don’t approach the freaky blue ball, you moron. You run away from fucking eerie lights, not toward them.”

  I threw my twenty-foot moving truck into park and hopped out. I got about six yards away when I realized it was a man wrapped around himself, shaking…and he was my mate.

  “Help me,” a soft fanciful voice said as I got closer to him. I gasped at the bite marks all over his neck and chest. They looked like vamp bites, and if so, one or more had been snacking on him big time. His gorgeous ivory skin that looked so soft and inviting was a collage of pain. Okay, but why was he shining blue? I seriously was having trouble getting over the sparkling blue light.

  “Do you need a ride, little one?” I asked as I knelt down in front of him. He looked up at me and his blue eyes flashed violet, and then he was on me. I got knocked back on my ass and was just able to stop my head from cracking on the ground.

  “Yes, ride. Need to ride you,” he moaned and whimpered as he thrust his hips against mine while kissing my neck. “Need release. Ready to explode soon from power. Vamps kept bleeding me but no one would fuck me. Need to come. Fuck me, suck me, touch me, let me ride you, I don’t care. You’re hot, I like your body. Need to come.”

  “Okaaay then,” I drawled. What the fuck was going on here? “Do you know who I am?”

  “Stranger who stopped to help me.” He was nodding as if that was the same as calling me by my name as he quickly unbuttoned and yanked down my pants. In a flash, he had his off, and he was lowering himself onto my cock. Right on. Nice of him to really ask, but then again, I was hard because he was hot. And I’m pretty sure I was shocked stupid at the whole thing.

  “Wait, you’re not stretched.” I gasped as he impaled himself. I grabbed his hips to try and stop his progression, but he easily pushed my hands away. Damn the little guy was strong! Something brushed against my hands, and I wondered if he had some remnants of a shirt on.

  “Always stretched. Always ready. Need release from magic buildup.”

  Seriously? It was like trying to talk with Rain Man. Fine, a really hot, blond-haired, blue-eyed, lithe Rain Man, but still the point is the same.

  He mashed his lips down to mine and moved his hips quicker than any human could. I couldn’t believe I was having sex in an alley in the middle of nowhere really with my manic mate riding me before even knowing my name. I was so going to need professional help after this.

  “What is your name?” I asked, grabbing his hips to stop him and breaking the kiss.

  “Imogen. Imogen Milford,” he answered, looking at me as if he was wondering why I cared. The blue light that surrounded him got even brighter. “Please! Talk after. Need release. Magic too much.”

  “Imogen, what are you?” I was in awe of him and his ethereal beauty. Now that I was so close to him, almost inside and a part of the blue light, it was magnificent. It shimmered like water but honestly was almost more colorful than any rainbow I’d ever seen with all the different shades.

  “Fairy. Fairy with too much buildup. No one would fuck me, only bleed me.”

  “Do fairies have mates? Because I’m—”

  “Talk after, fuck now,” he cried out and batted away my hands. “Please! Need now. It hurts so bad.”

  “Okay, Imogen,” I whispered against his lips. “As long as you promise not to run after because we need to talk.”

  “Yes, yes, stay with hot tiger with big cock. Imogen promise to follow tiger and run from vamps.”

  I had no fucking clue what he was talking about, but when he started riding me like a rodeo star again, I couldn’t think much past how much I wanted to come in his tight ass. He was like a flash the way he moved. Hell, if I wasn’t focused directly on his light blue or purple eyes, I would have gotten dizzy.

  “Fuck, Imogen.”

  “Yes, fucking Imogen good. Good tiger. Imogen like the way you fuck. Going to come now.” He threw back his head, went stiff for a second, and then shot his load with a cry all over my chest and neck. Damn, he really had been built up!

  “Jesus you’re gorgeous,” I gasped as he came, riding the waves. His eyes fluttered and the tendons in his neck stood out.

  Then his ass clamped down on my cock, and I had my own orgasm. It was so strong that I wondered if my balls were going to cramp up with the force of it. I held Imogen’s hips tightly as I just kept shooting more of myself into him while he finished his ride and collapsed onto my chest. I smelled something funny, like walking through an herb garden and fresh-cut lawn as something shocked me.

  And when I say shocked, I don’t mean like static shock from a carpet…more like sticking my finger in an electrical socket that didn’t hurt.

  “Take my magic, hot tiger with the big, very pleasing cock,” Imogen whispered as he kissed my chest. Then it stopped, and I was completely spent.

  “Holy shit!” I gasped for air, my heart feeling as if it was going to leap out of my chest. “Is sex with fairies always like this, or is it because we’re mates?”

  “Probably,” he said as he sat up and tilted his neck, staring at me inquisitively. “I know the magic release is good as an orgasm for most people, but this was a bigger one than normal. This word ‘mates,’ I know it but cannot place it. Would you please elaborate and tell me your name as well, tiger?”

  Well, at least he was speaking in full sentences instead of manic fragments. “First, maybe we should get off the dirty ground and into my truck. Didn’t you say that there were vampires chasing you?”

  “Quite right, I do apologize,” Imogen said with a slight blush. He pulled off of me and stood up, holding out his hand to me. I took it, and he easily pulled me to my feet. Well, he was much stronger than his small five-four frame looked. “Allow me to tend to your clothes and sanitary needs if you would?”

  “Umm, sure?” I replied, raising an eyebrow. He blinked rapidly, and suddenly it was as if I’d showered and changed into fresh clothes. I was tucked back into my jeans, none of his cum was cooling on my shirt or neck, and I even felt as if my teeth had been brushed. I gasped and stared at Imogen who looked just as put together.

  His wounds seemed healed on his neck, and he was dressed in a three-piece suit without the jacket complete with tie that looked ridiculous given where we were. Sure, he would have been perfectly dressed if we were walking into a boardroom, but in a deserted alley in the middle of nowhere good, it was comical.

  “This is either the freakiest dream I’ve ever had, or I’m tripping on acid.”

  “Neither, I assure you.” Imogen chuckled as he stepped closer and ran his hands under my shirt. “I do rather like how tall you are. Very built, wonderful muscular tone from what I’ve seen thus far, too. You did say I was coming with you for now?” He blinked up at me innocently as he ran his fingers under the edge of my jeans.

  �
��Yes,” I growled and swooped him up into my arms. My tiger was not a fan of him saying he’d be with me for now. He was mine! He let out a yelp of surprise as I kissed him and walked over to the passenger’s door. When we got there, I broke away and opened his door, helping him climb in. “And no for now. You’re coming with me, and I will keep you safe forever.”

  “You kiss like a dream, tiger.” He smiled at me as he clicked on his seatbelt.

  “Sasha,” I said gently and stroked his cheek with my fingers. “My name is Sasha Donovan. We’ll talk more. Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

  “And fed please if we can? I’m quite hungry after days of not eating.” I so wanted to know more about that, but if Imogen was being pursued, then we needed to get out of there. I jogged around the truck, only to be there instantly. And when I opened the door and hopped up to get in, I almost jumped higher than the door.

  “Yeah, definitely tripping on acid,” I mumbled as I slowly sat in my seat and closed the door. “I know there’s a McDonald’s right by the expressway. Is that okay for now?”

  “Oh yes,” he said excitedly and started to glow softly again. When had the glowing stopped though? I was missing way too much of what was going on here. I threw the truck in drive and headed back in the direction I was originally going. “I very much like their greasy meat and potato sticks.”

  “Fries?” I asked, giving him a sideways look. Imogen nodded enthusiastically, and I ended up blurting out my next question without any finesse. “Where are you from, man?”