Free Shaded Vision: An Otherworld Novel by Yasmine Galenorn

baby. Definitely good. And I’m going as deep as I can, love. Up to the hilt.” As he began to thrust harder, I forgot about talking and, bracing myself on the floor with my hands, I closed my eyes as the fire grew and his hips swiveled against mine, spooning my butt as he slid in and out of my pussy.
    Catching my breath, I let out a low moan. “Oh yeah, that’s it, sugar. Deeper…deeper…I can’t believe how delicious you feel inside me. Never leave me…never stop.”
    “I’m here for the long haul, baby. I’m yours…and I’m not going anywhere.” And then he picked up the pace, and everything fell away in the raw heat of our passion as I came, and came again.
    By the time we were dressed and headed downstairs, it was nearing eight. Iris and the others were up and in full swing. Camille looked like she had the headache from hell, and she was shoveling in the waffles and bacon like she hadn’t eaten in a week. Menolly was, of course, in bed for the day, but looking out the window, I could see Smoky, Roz, and Vanzir erecting poles for the long tents we’d be putting up for the ceremony.
    Once the tents were up—pale blue awnings and walls—we’d cover them with wreaths and silver ornaments.
    Iris hadn’t wanted to hold her wedding in a fancy hall. She wanted it here, at her home, with all of her friends and family attending. Bruce’s mother and father were coming in via the barrows from Ireland and she was nervous. Time tomeet the in-laws. Right now, though, she was holding Maggie, rocking back and forth with a cup of tea.
    Hanna and Trillian were preparing breakfast. In the past couple of months, Hanna had adapted quickly, learning to use most of the household gadgets without fear. Trillian was teaching her how to read, and she’d learned enough English that her broken speech was passable in stores. She’d thrown herself into the task, grateful to be away from Hyto’s madness, away from the unending cold and gloom that had accompanied her indentured servitude.
    I sat down at the table, Shade sitting beside me, and grabbed a clean plate off the stack. I stabbed two waffles and eight slices of bacon. Shade loaded up, too, and I blinked, suddenly thinking about our monthly food bills.
    Even with the gardens Iris had put in, and the occasional cow Smoky brought home to fill the freezer, we were going through quite a bit of money. I also knew that Smoky supplemented the budget from his treasure trove. No one knew just how much he had stashed away, but he was a dragon, and over the centuries he’d accumulated quite a nice haul.
    Shamas also pitched in, helping out from his salary, and Menolly from the Wayfarer. I wasn’t sure where they got the funds, but Trillian and Morio also contributed. Since everybody lived on our land except Nerissa, there wasn’t extra rent for them to think about. But still, we had to be spending a good fifteen hundred to two thousand a month on food.
    Shade touched my hand, lightly brushing his fingers over my knuckles. “What are you thinking about?”
    Startled, I glanced up, shaking away the thoughts. “The food bill, actually.”
    Camille let out a strangled sound. “Yeah, it’s time for shopping again. Iris will be away on her honeymoon, so someone will have to go with Hanna to help out. I’m volunteering myself, you—Delilah, Morio, and Shade. This coming weekend.”
    “Oh, on that matter, I have something for you.” Shade reached in his pocket and pulled out an envelope, handing it to her.
    She set down her fork and opened it, her eyes widening, the violet hue glimmering in the sudden wash of sunlight that came streaming through the kitchen window.
    “Oh! Are you sure? This is…very generous.” Camille pulled out a stack of bills, and I saw they were fifties.
    “I’m staying here now, so I’m adding to the household expenses. Never worry—I come by my money in an honest way.” Shade grinned at her, then down at me. “I want to help.”
    “There’s five