Free Between a Wolf and a Hard Place: BBW Shifter Menage by Annalise Nixon Page A

black-and-white polka dot panties and bra, to the tasteful tattoos adorning her body, she was perfect.
    "If it's a head injury there's not much a doctor would do that we haven’t already done. We could take her to the hospital, but that may not be a great idea if someone is looking for her.
    Evan sat on the side of the bed and inhaled, exhaling slowly like a connoisseur relishing the bouquet of his favorite cabernet.
    "Is that your excuse?" Barron teased. When he saw Evan's frown he sobered. “I'm serious, we can't just sit here." Neither of them wanted to leave the other alone with the woman. The thought chilled Barron while his bear grew restless. Holy shit, sharing had never been a problem for them before, but this time felt different. "It would be easier she was one of us, at least we might force her to shift, or something."
    Evan's head snapped in Barron's direction. “Perhaps we can help her."
    "I'm listening." Barron leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. He needed her to wake up, and soon His bear wouldn’t think twice about marking her while she slept. Too bad the man agreed.
    "Tell me you don't feel it?" Evan looked at him with fierceness reserved for battle. "This might be our mate."
    The little human may be sexy as hell, but she'd always be just that, a human. "That will not happen."
    "How do you know? How do any of us?" Evan brushed the hair off her forehead with tenderness that rocked Barron. “She might be the one the seer told us about, the woman made just for us.”
    The hope on his friend’s face was something Barron had never seen on the man he’d known his entire life. Barron understood, but gave up on that dream years ago.
    Evan unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the leather armchair next to Barron. “But we have to try.
    Barron sat frozen as he watched his friend removed his pants. "What if she wakes? She will think we're freaks."
    "We are." Evan bit his bottom lip.
    “Are you suggesting we have sex with an unconscious woman?” He knew that wasn’t what his friend meant, but Evan’s horrified expression lightened the moment.
    “Mind out of the gutter Griz,” Evan slid beneath the covers and ran his fingers through his short blond hair. “I only want to share our energy with her, and it still might not work.”
    “Not thinking climbing in the bed with an unconscious woman is one of your better ideas.” Barron pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
    “Then drive to my pack and get the doc.”
    Like that would happen. “If this goes wrong, this shit is on you.” Barron’s jeans hit the floor, and he looked down remembering nothing came between him and his Levi’s.
    “And if it goes right?” Evan watched Barron take his place on the woman’s other side.
    He didn’t want to answer that question, didn’t want hope to bloom in his empty heart. As far as he was concerned, she could stay in his arms and home forever.
    “Come on bro, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Chapter 2
    C ertain things in life a girl can't resist. For Iris Zahn, setting her free in a shoe store with unlimited cash would cause bodily harm to the poor soul in her way.
    Of course, there's chocolate, and anything sweet. Hell, a good look at the junk in her trunk screamed that not so small fact.
    Yummier than shoes or even chocolate, would be a hot man or two to perform a grand romantic gesture. Something other than, "hey babe, let's hook-up?" Did men still believe in chivalry?
    They did, just not for girls like her.
    Sure, Iris knew she wasn't butt ugly, and on a good day in the right lighting, she might be considered hot by some men. It sucked to admit, but even now in a world suffering a woman shortage getting a date still sucked.
    Most women got dinner and if they were fortunate, a movie. All Iris got was old-fashioned abduction and death.
    She must be dead.
    Iris knew this because instead of afraid, alone, and on her way to become an offering in twisted sexual