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

wrapped around my neck when I went after one that was on Avery. And not only could I not shake off the guy, but my fur and flesh were burning.
    “Get it off, Sasha, or I’ll end up burning them both!” Imogen screamed from behind us. Oh shit. I had a Follower on me, and I didn’t want anyone else to get burnt by their acid blood. I bucked and spun before flipping over so my whole body smashed him into the ground. It dislodged him, but I got burnt all down my back. That motherfucker had to have been bleeding badly.
    As quickly as I could while the adrenaline was pumping, I scurried away from the zombie. When I knew I was in the clear, I fell to my side and shifted back with a scream.
    “Hose him off!” someone shouted, as I heard people race toward me.
    “No! Water on acid will make it worse,” Aaron yelled and dove to his knees in front of me. “Conley said antacid. Fuck! We need like Mylanta or some shit.”
    “Move,” Imogen said from behind some wolves. Suddenly he was there in front of me smiling, trying to comfort me as tears ran down his cheeks. “They’re all dead, my feisty kitten. Don’t you dare join them.”
    “Okay,” I groaned in pain. He raised his hands over me and closed his eyes. As quickly as the burning started, it was gone. Don’t get me wrong, it still hurt, but my flesh wasn’t sizzling off my body. “Thank you. I’m still going to tan your hide for not staying in the attic like we told you to.”
    “I look forward to it,” he whispered and leaned in to peck my lips with his. “I’m not the best healer, but I put a calcium solution all over your burns. And I’m sorry to say that’s about all I have left in me right now. Creating that much fire is exhausting.”
    “Some of the wolves are putting out his blazes right now and making sure it doesn’t go toward the house,” Jasper said gently as he plopped his butt down on the ground by us. He was bleeding, though not bad, and, oddly enough, smiling. As if he knew what I was thinking, he answered my unasked question. “They’re dead, we’re not. Ain’t nothing like a good brawl to keep life interesting.”
    “Glad we could perk up your day.” I chuckled and then moaned in pain. “Fuck that hurts.”
    “Can you shift?” Avery asked gently, and I wanted to smack myself in forehead. He must have understood what I’d been thinking. “Don’t chastise yourself. When it hurts this bad, you’re not thinking.”
    I nodded and let the change flow over me. I lay there and tried to breathe through the pain as it started to lessen. No one really knew why shifting helped jump-start healing any more than why shifters healed faster. Some truths in life were just there no matter who found them out.
    My mates were petting me, saying soft, comforting words, and I found myself purring. I knew there was chaos still going on around us since people were shouting out orders and one person was snarling we were all going to die. My guess would be that one vamp was kept alive. That was important enough to get through my injury-induced haze, and I shifted back.
    “Send vamp to Conley,” I panted and pushed to sit up. “He needs to interrogate the guy.”
    “Already called him,” Trey said gently and knelt down. “You just relax for a minute, bro. From what I heard, Cass’s injuries burned down to his muscle, and it was a painful bitch to heal.”
    “Always so glass half-full,” I groaned as Aaron helped me to lean back against him on my side. He had shifted back as well, too. “Thanks for the save, guys.”
    “I couldn’t get to you,” he whispered in my hair and sniffled. “You were moving around too much that I couldn’t grab the zombie.”
    “I did that on purpose. I didn’t want you to get burnt, too, and I heard Imogen. I thought if I could dislodge the zombie, he could fry it.”
    “We worked well as a team,” Imogen said gently and laid his hand over Aaron’s and my joined ones. He stared directly at Aaron and changed