Wired for You (Men of Copper Mountain #4) Read Online Aria Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Men of Copper Mountain Series by Aria Cole
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
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Her breath hitches, and I can see the conflict in her eyes—the mix of desire and fear, the way she’s fighting to keep control. But I’m not letting her hide from this. From us.

“Make no mistake, Bella,” I continue, my voice dropping lower, rougher. “What happened earlier will happen again.” My thumb traces the line of her lips, watching the way she shivers under my touch. Her reaction is electric, and it drives me wild knowing I’m the one who gets under her skin like this.

“You body wants me–craves me. I can see it in your eyes, hell, I can smell your arousal in the air and I’m about to burst through the zipper of my jeans if you keep looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes,” I warn, my fingers tilting her chin back toward me, forcing her gaze to meet mine. I’m not playing games, and she knows it. The tension between us crackles, thick and heavy, and I watch as she swallows, her lips parting as if she wants to say something but can’t quite form the words.

She finally nods, a small, almost imperceptible movement, her eyes wide and locked on mine. “Oh,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, but the way it trembles sends a surge of satisfaction through me. She’s mine. Whether she’s ready to admit it or not, she’s mine. I feel like I’ve peeled back her roughened exterior, the protective armor she wears for the world has been shed, she can’t hide herself from me.

I step back slightly, letting her drop to the floor to retrieve the book she dropped. My gaze never leaves her as she moves, her fingers trembling as she fumbles for it. She’s rattled, just like I want her to be.

When she stands again, our eyes meet, and I can see the confusion, the desire, swirling in those beautiful depths. She’s torn, caught between wanting me and running from what she’s feeling. But I’m not letting her run. Bella is different, strong but soft in a way that obsesses me.

She turns to leave, but I can’t let her go. Not yet. “Bella?” I call, my voice soft but commanding, stopping her in her tracks.

She pauses, her hand gripping the doorframe, and I see the way her shoulders tense, the way her breathing picks up. “Archer?” she whispers, not daring to turn around.

I close the distance between us in an instant, my body pressing close to hers, the heat between us palpable. My nostrils flare as I take in her scent, her arousal evident even though she’s trying to hide it. She’s fighting it, but her body betrays her—just like mine does every time I’m near her.

“You look good enough to eat,” I growl, my fingers brushing against the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. The soft skin beneath my fingertips is like a live wire, sparking with electricity as I push aside the strap of her silky nightgown, exposing her shoulder to the cool air.

Her body reacts to me instantly, her breathing quickening as I lean in, my lips hovering just above her skin. I want to devour her, to claim her right here, but I hold back, teasing, knowing it’ll drive her crazy.

Her fingers lift to her lips, tracing the softness I kissed just hours ago, and I watch, fascinated, as she bites her lip, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She wants me. She needs me. And I’m not going to let her forget that.

“Good night, angel,” I whisper against her skin, pressing a featherlight kiss just below her ear, my tongue flicking out to taste her. Her soft gasp fills the room, and I smile against her neck, knowing I’ve got her right where I want her.

My hands slide down her body in slow, deliberate strokes, lifting the hem of her nightgown. I can feel her muscles tense, her breath hitching as I push aside her panties and find the heat between her legs.

Her reaction is immediate—a soft gasp, her thighs trembling as my fingers begin to circle her clit, teasing, coaxing her closer to the edge. “That’s it, baby,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire. “I want to hear you. Tell me I own this pussy.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I can feel her body shaking with the need for release. But I’m not letting her off that easily. I need to hear her say it.

“Tell me, Bella,” I growl, thrusting a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

Her voice is breathless, shaky, but she answers, “You.”

The words spill from her lips, and it’s like music to my ears.

But I want more.

“Say it again,” I demand, stilling my hand, watching as her body trembles with the effort of holding on. She’s so close, but I need to hear it.


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