Palm Fruit Crossword Clue

“Hayden, don’t.” I said. My legs wouldn’t stop trembling as he started to come forward. I shook my head as my tears started to roll down my cheeks and the way he looked at me sent chills down my spine. “Please.” He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. "Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breaths as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or KILL YOU.” ______ Serena's life was never exciting, and she never wanted it to be exciting. However, things don't go same when she meets a handsome stranger, who is filled with lies and secrets and his world is filled with guns and knives.

“Spread for us, Aurora,” he ordered, his palm cracking down on my right cheek in a sharp spank that made me yelp, the sting blooming into heat. I widened my stance, trembling, my pussy exposed and dripping. Kai stepped up behind me, his hands gripping my hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he inspected me. “Look at her, Alpha…so wet already. This omega's been dreaming of our cocks.” His fingers trailed down, parting my folds roughly, two digits plunging into my soaked entrance without warning. ~ This is filthy, unfiltered, and raw, a collection of steamy werewolf tales designed to make you writhe. Inside, you'll find women bending, moaning, begging, and breaking under the hands and teeth of alphas and betas. From forest dens to moonlit bedrooms, tied up, teased, claimed in every way, and marked with claws and teeth these stories pull no punches. Warning: Dominant alphas, possessive betas, age-gap, mate-bonding, BD'SM, biting, spanking, rough, unprotected, no-safe-word sex, and women who crave submission, marking, and domination. If you’re ready to be claimed, marked, and ravished under the full moon, turn the page. Your alphas are waiting.

18+ Explicit Content Mature Only When human barmaid Billie Black gets into a little trouble with werewolf college boy and gang leader Spader, it’s Tristan O’Donnell, the leader of his rival gang, and his five friends who come to her rescue. But it’s not as simple as just breaking Spader’s wrist. Tristan is a werewolf, and so are all the kids who go to Crescent University. Tristan knows Billie is his fated mate—the human girl straddling two worlds he was told about by a palm reader, who would become his true love, and now he’ll do everything to keep her safe, including making her his gang’s Omega, if that’s what it takes to keep her safe until she's ready to become a queen. Even if she doesn’t believe in fate. Even if she goes a little feral sometimes and puts up a fight. Even if Tristan needs a little extra help from the guys with her when she proves to be a hybrid and goes into heat. Tristan can handle it. He knows what's best. This novel is not reverse harem, but does contain scenes of sharing between the boys, including mfm group scenes.

He caught hold of her leg and yanked backwards. She hung on and flailed both legs, kicking him in the head, the face. He fought to hold her legs down. Sweat lathered her hands. They slipped from the post. He yanked again. She rolled over to face him and punched with both fists. Her right fist caught him in the eye. He growled in pain, then threw himself on top of her, pinning her arms and legs. She screamed.She strained to free herself, lunged up to bite him. He jerked backwards. They slid down one stair. She tried to scream again. He slapped a palm over her mouth, his breath hot on her face.She fought him until they had tumbled down every stair. By the time they reached the bottom, every ligament burned. She stared at him wide-eyed, gasping for breath between his bruising fingers.She trembled violently, longed to run again but knew it would do no good. He stood at a good seven inches taller and outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. She didn't stand a chance.All she could do now was placate him. Do what he wanted... no matter what it was!

Ever since he was a kid, Sieghal was convinced that something terrifying was lurking under the sea, waiting for him with its jaws wide open. But he had no clue what kind of creature it could be. His fear only grew worse when his dad fell into the ocean, forcing him to return to his hometown—Shira, to face the terror he'd never been able to overcome for years. Returning to Shira after all these years was no cakewalk for Sieghal, who despised the sea. While most folks would say the ocean is a super romantic place, not for Sieghal, it was just a gateway ready to drag his soul into death. Unlike him, the people of Shira believed that the ocean, which had sustained them for decades, was protected by a guardian—a wonderful entity with shimmering silver scales. And it was this entity that had saved his dad when he fell into the sea during a massive storm that night. "Is seventy million dollars is enough to buy your dignity, Alfreeda Sieghal?" "Sir Dylan, I'm not to try sell my soul just to get money for my dad's medical bills."

"On my knees, your highness…"Luciano groaned when he heard my words.I bite my lips seductively,I could see the lust and need in his eyes. "Damn it! Spoiled brat!"He cursed under his breath and grabbed my hair roughly but carefully,then slid it in my mouth… _____________ Hazel had everything a woman would ever wish for, a loving and caring husband, a happy home and all the power in the palm of her hands. However, her heavenly life becomes a nightmare when her husband finds his fated mate.Betrayed and broken,Hazel tries to get free from the chains of fate but Hazel finds it hard because of the ties that binds her to her husband. As though Hazel's husband finding his fated mate was not enough punishment from the goddess, her pack was attacked and she was taken by the heartless Lycan prince as his captive. Luciano, the Lycan prince who held onto his kingdom's rules tightly covets Hazel's beauty and he can't help the fire igniting within him. What happens when the secret from the past unfolds that threatens both Hazel's and the prince's lives? Will their love be strong enough to hold them together or will they be consumed by anger, betrayal and pain?

“Show me,” he said, voice low and rough, “how good you're willing to serve me.” I should’ve spat in his face. Except, I nodded…because outside that tent, his men waited. The ones who’d tear me apart piece by piece if I said no. The ones I’d be handed to. I slid my palm between my thighs, breath hitching at my own touch, just a warning stroke and to stay alive. But when I brushed again, deeper this time, I gasped. “Keep going,” Malrik said, leaning back, watching like I was the most fascinating sin he’d ever seen. So I did. With shame thick in my throat and my heart pounding against cracked ribs. I did it for my sister, for survival, for him. *** Kaelith thought being rejected by her mate was the worst thing that could happen but she was wrong. Sold to a rogue warlord as leverage, branded like cattle, and forced into a savage camp where women are broken for sport and pleasure, Kaelith expects to die or worse. But she ends up in the mercy of Malrik Dren, the warlord himself. What happens when a broken girl becomes a weapon, and the monster meant to break her starts to fall?

So, Mrs. Knight,” he said, voice dripping with mockery, “do we have a deal?” I stared at his hand. Then at his face. Then at the empty shot glasses. I slapped my palm into his. “It’s not Mrs. Knight anymore,” I said, squeezing hard. “And you, Mr. Arrogant, just hired the most vindictive assistant you’ll ever have.” His fingers tightened around mine, warm and strong and promising all kinds of chaos. “Welcome to the dark side, Isabella.” Behind us, Kayla whispered to herself and few people in the coffee shop, “Y’all, I’m literally witnessing the start of a mafia romance…” Lucian’s eyes never left mine. Something electric and dangerous crackled between us. And in that moment, drunk off tequila and vengeance, I signed my soul with the Devil. I said no to Alexander Knight at the altar. Then I said yes to Lucian Voss in the rain, still wearing my wedding dress... Because my fiancee betrayed me twenty minutes before we tied the knots. With Lucian, it was a fake relationship stringed with mind-blowing nights. Until I found out the man warming my bed is the “dead” heir Alexander tried to kill, and the baby I’m carrying could destroy them both.

His hands feel cold against my hot skin and it won’t be wrong to say that he is doing his best to trace my wrists sensually while he removes the handcuff from my right hand. I hold my breath back when his teasing fingers touch my palm in a slow motion. Heat shoots down to my core, making me press my thighs together as he closes the distance between us and whispers in my left ear. “ Why are you squirming, hot lips?” ******** When Valentina Morgan joined hands with the enemy to take down the Mafia of her own boyfriend, little did she know she will be facing the biggest manipulator in all history, Matteo Vitali. He is every bit of the type of controlling men she hates but the six feet four, sex on legs man, can attract even the dead. And soon she falls in line of the people wondering if they should let go of everything and enjoy the nights of passion in the arms of the biggest manipulator_____Matteo Vitali wanted Valentina Morgan, the moment he laid his eyes on her pouty pink lips and when she is in his hands, he will be damned to give up this chance to bend her at his will even if he has a secret which can break her beyong repair, because he admits. “ She's mine ”

  "There is no escape for you. I have waited a long time for you,mate. I will not let you go this time." I gasped and placed my palm over my heart, doubling over. I felt it. Strong and unbreakable, a cord that connected our bodies, minds and souls to each other's. It reached out, connecting me to him, over time, over space, over realms. I felt his power fuse with mine and cuddle around my ice, making me warm. Fire to my ice. Ice to his fire. I didn't need to see him to know it was him. My dragon growled again with mixed emotions coursing through her. I joined in with a snarl and lifted my head, anger of a woman and beast merging into something cataclysmic.      I thrummed my fingers in the air and I raised my head. Our eyes met and I resisted the urge to double over at the sensation in my chest. With Fae vision, he looked even more gorgeous than any being should be. So sensual. So dark. So powerful. My mate. I searched his turquoise depths for answers, hoping I was wrong, but they said it all. He was my mate. And he'd hurt me. I'll kill him.