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

sacrifice, Iris felt cocooned in a muscular wall of safety and concern.
    At least that’s what she chose to believe, since it was a lot better than the alternative.
    There's always that moment in every horror movie when the hapless heroine turns around to see what's chasing her. Right now Iris was that girl.
    Bad luck chased her like a relentless hound dog the last few months. So the outcome of this predicament would end one of two ways.
    She'd either wake between two men more horrendous than the beasts that kidnapped her, or even worse, men that might found her hot forty pounds ago.
    Fate is the cruelest of bitches, so she expected the latter.
    The brush of hair against her chest made Iris bite the inside of her cheek to refrain from moaning. With her eyes still squeezed shut, Iris threw her arm around him and prayed her fingers didn't meet a back with hair so long it could be braided. Instead, smooth taut skin and rippling muscles met her touch.
    Thank God.
    Iris might be drugged up, delusional, or even dead, but this was her fantasy, damn it. She planned to enjoy every sizzling second.
    She nuzzled her nose against that soft hair and inhaled deep enough to imprint that yummy woodsy, sweet scent in her olfactory memory bank. If he looked half as good as he smelled this would be a dream for the record books.
    Then, a hard smooth body moved against her back. "She awake?"
    Wow, this had to be the realest dream ever. The warm whispering breath against the back of her neck made goose bumps ride up her arms, and nipples hardened against the chest in front of her.
    "She hasn't opened her eyes." The deep voice in front her was a rich sexy baritone. One of those voices you wanted to whisper naughty words in your ear as he fucked you into sexual oblivion.
    Moving forward with her freaky fantasy, Iris's hand dipped between them and circled the hardness pressing against her stomach.
    Holy crap.
    Her fingers barely met around his girth. The man could damage a girl with that thing.
    The long thick cock pulsed against her palm, and he let out a low hiss. "Shit." His hand touched her fingers to pry them loose.
    No way Jose, was she releasing her trophy. Iris tightened her grip and trailed her thumb over the bulbous head and he responded with a full-body shiver.
    "We need to wake her." The man behind her brushed a piece of hair off her forehead. "She seems too enamored of that monster cock of yours."
    "I should have drowned you that summer after kindergarten." The owner of the monster cock grumbled.
    Iris moved her neck and the uncomfortable cramp, confirmed she probably wasn't dead. God wouldn't let you die and still make you hurt would she?
    Tired of playing possum, Iris opened her eyes. The next twinge was much lower and had nothing to do with pain when she stared into the kindest amber eyes she'd ever seen.
    "Hey, glad to see you awake."
    Oh. My. God. This fantasy looked hotter than she could have ever imagined. Not only because he was naked, well-endowed and lying next to her. Okay, it may have had something to do with it, but Iris would never admit it.
    "Am I dead?" He grinned at her, exposing a flash of straight white teeth. "I must be dead."
    "Not quite, but I'll be more than happy to get rid of the ugly one for you." The strong hand resting on her stomach moved to her waist guided her body until she rested on her back.
    Iris couldn't help herself, and a gasp escaped her lips as an equally handsome face smiled down at her. Her two dream guys were opposites. Where the other was dark and gentle, this new face was blond devilish perfection.
    She looked back and forth between the two men. One wary but jubilant for her to keep her fingers around a cock that felt even harder, and the other teasing but ready to offer darker earthier things.
    However hard she tried, Iris couldn’t produce a rational reason not to take these men up on their offer.
    Especially since the possibility of this little fantasy being real was nil, Iris