Ridged Mouth Bones Crossword

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

Jaden Cole is a eighteen year old high school basketball captain. He is loved by all for his perfect image. He doesn't do drug or smokes but party hard just like every other kid in the block.His clean boyish attitude is like a magnet that attract all the girls around him who will stop at nothing than to get in his pant but Jaden doesn't keep them around long enough to want to claim the relationship status in his life.But one day, things changed when a new kid, Ryder Smith shows up in class. He is dark, mysterious and a complete opposite of Jaden Cole. He smokes, has tattoos and rides a Harlem to school.Ryder Smith is your typical badboy with lip piercing and has no mouth filter but beneath all that roughness is a big loveable heart and will do anything for Jaden Cole to see it. Only problem is, Jaden doesn't want anything to do with him or does he?

"“I don’t get why you would hide from me.”“What do you want?”“I honestly don’t know how you can want to run away from this.” he whispered before pulling her head against him and claiming her mouth with his.***Violet is sent on a mission to find Jack Morde, the leader of the Rebels pack. But unforeseen twists lie ahead and she can't imagine what is waiting for her.When she becomes his prisoner, Violet starts to realize that maybe what she heard about the enemies of the Diamond Pack wasn't exactly what it seemed.Is she going to give up on her life and her family to seek her future and destiny? Or will she try to escape from Jack’s mansion and do what she had to do in the first place?The Alpha's Prisoner is created by Rafaella Dutra, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

Warning: dark romance. His lips trailed from the crook of her neck upward until they reached her lips, and then he took her lips in, taking every bit of it; licking every corner, and every nook. She tasted perfect, as though he had never been with a woman. Rolland snatched her clothes and pulled her closer before moving his mouth to her ears, he rolled his wet tongue over her earlobe, making her moan out. Then he whispered into her ears. “Every part of you is mine, yes?” he growled, making her squirm under him. Breathing hard, Jasmine whispered back with moans; “Yes, Donovan Rolland. Yes!” Jasmine, a dancer, was sent to lure him into her charm, break him, and make him feel love again, but with a warning, to never fall in love with him. However, she did. She fell madly in love with the cold man.

BLURB/DESCRIPTION I never meant to witness the murder. At seventeen, seeing my uncle kill my parents should have gotten me killed too. Instead, he framed me for their deaths and made me a prisoner in my own pack. Five years of beatings, starvation, and slavery taught me to keep my head down and my mouth shut. Then Alpha Ryker arrived—a man with ice-blue eyes and a reputation for crushing anyone who crosses him. He didn't come for me. He came for a treaty with my uncle. But something about my broken scent caught his attention, and he refused to leave without me. Now I'm in his territory, and he's claiming I'm his contracted mate. But my uncle's lies run deeper than anyone knows, and the truth about my parents' death could destroy everything. If I can survive long enough to uncover it.

On the night of the Silvermoon Festival, the entire Black Forest pack is bathed in the light of the Moon Goddess. I'm about to share the spectacle with Kaelen through the mind-link, but then I spot a familiar figure. Kaelen Payne, my Alpha and fated mate, is holding a she-wolf in his arms. She tilts her face up to him, her voice edged with challenge. "Kaelen, prove I'm not just a secret. Mark me." My blood seems to freeze as I hear Kaelen murmur his agreement before pressing his mouth to hers. My wolf lets out a painful howl inside me. Just an hour ago, Kaelen's voice had come through the mind-link, "My Luna, I wish I could see the festival too, but there's an emergency at the border. Don't forget to share it with me through the mind-link." My fingertips turn cold, and I instinctively reach for him through the mind-link.

I squealed in fear, about to attack back, but restrained myself. I felt his breadth run down my neck and his lips lightly touching my ears. "Listen to me girl" He says into my ears, his deep voice sending chills down my spine "Just because I let you say whatever you want, whenever you want, doesn't mean you get to disrespect me in public… Watch what come out of your mouth" His hand travelled up my arm to my neck, slowly gripping it“This is not your house Любовь” He added. When Irene is forced to get married to the drug lord due to her father, she is faced with the trauma of living with an abusive powerful man who wants everything to go his way. Being a person with sever anger issues Irene suffers to come to terms with her new life and decided to attempt to tame her beast.

His rough hand slid up my bare thigh, parting my knees, rushing delicious heat through my body. “Don't look at me like that,” he growled, his mouth grazing the corner of mine. “Unless you want me to show you how a king worships his queen, little fawn.” … Mute and wolf-less, Liora had always been the shadow in her own home, treated as nothing more than a servant. Besides endless labor, her blood was drained to cure her stepsister’s strange illness. When rogues threatened their pack, her father made the cruelest choice: he offered Liora to the monstrous Lycan King, Cassian Veyraith. A man whispered to take pleasure in death. Dragged to King's bed, naked and trembling, Liora braced herself for death. However, the moment Cassian's eyes met hers, she realized nothing was as it seemed…

Maddox Dasher is the cruellest and the aggressive businessmen in Las Vegas, Nevada. Half of the nightclubs and casinos are under his name. He is the alpha of a famous pack named Czar. Nobody in the world knows that a famous bachelor like him can be so much more. "Pidge...sounds like more of a Pidgeon." his low voice made her weak on her knees.But it was an insult for her...instead of keeping her mouth shut she cried out, "Maddox sounds more like an asshole."This made him chuckle heartily."You listen to me, Pidge. And you listen to me good...you are not leaving this place...not when I'm around...not even when I'm not around.""Get this thing straight into the tiny mind of yours," he inhaled sharply...her scent always triggered his inner beast.She felt his hot breath on her neck, she clenched her thighs tight when his fingers gently brushed her exposed thighs.

Yana meets my eyes then, and I see a passionate light in her eyes that I haven’t seen before. Slowly, she takes my hands and puts them on her shoulders. My palms graze her skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every cell of my body. “What are you doing?” I ask in a low voice. “Making sure it’s real.” She meets my eyes, letting my hands roam to her arms and to her waist. “I don’t repel you, like you said. It’s meant to be. And for that I need you to touch me.” The heat between us is getting more and more intense. She puts her hands on top of mine and let my touch wander to her hips. I trace her hip bones with my thumbs, watching as the light in her eyes dim into something more mature. Darker and more primitive. Lust. Desire. “Does it feel like I’m repelling you?” she asks. “No.” I pull her closer to me. “It feels like you’re inviting me, telling me to make you mine.” *** Desperate times call for desperate measures. And a desperate measure is what Yana Allard is seeking to save her small jewelry business. When she gets a chance to get an audience with one of the biggest holdings companies in Los Angeles, she grabs it by the neck and refuses to let go. Only to end up at the mercy of the cruel bachelor CEO, Mikhail Sartori, who has an offer she couldn't resist. But what happens if she discovers that he's not just the leader of an empire, but a King to a race of Lycans? And what happens when he finds out that she can command and control his destructive, monstrous side aimed to harm humans like her?