Red Hot Love: The Morningstar Series: Book 5
Red Hot Love – Chapter 23

Holy f*****g s**t.

That was the most intense elevator ride ever. My d**k is still hard, and it’s been an hour. It was just so f*****g hot.

I knew that Ozzy was only trying to bate Olive. He wants her to beg me to touch her, and I won’t unless she tells me to. Not because I’m trying to join Ozzy in this little game of his, but because I don’t want Olive to feel disrespected by me. Which is why I begged Ozzy to touch her. She needed it.

Don’t even get me started on the scent of her arousal. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. You can’t smell a males arousal. Smelling Olive all worked up like that… It was beyond hard for me to control myself.

That was when I felt Ezra. It was only for a split second, and then he was gone. I can still feel him at the back of my mind, but it’s like we aren’t connected for some reason. I wonder if Olive accepts me if he’ll come back.

Seeing Olive horny, and smelling her was provoking Ezra. It was too fun. Especially when I finally convinced Ozzy to touch our girl where she wanted.

When we sandwhiched Olive she started to m**n. I knew that she liked watching Ozzy and I make out with her between us. Her arsoual was so thick in the air. Olive was just about to let loose, and then the f*****g doors opened.

Ozzy has been all smiles since. Not that I wasn’t too, but I had to stay on the other side of the room from Olive. I’m too afraid that Ozzy will tempt her again. He doesn’t realize that he’s also torturing me.

Or maybe he does, and he likes it.

For the last hour we have been in my room doing our homework. We still have to study for our test tomorrow. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to get any work done with my mates here.

My eyes flickered up to look at them.

I’m sitting on the floor on the far side of my room. My books are open in my lap, and I think I read the same sentence five hundred times. I just can’t help, but stare at them.

Ozzy is sitting on my bed with his legs up. Everytime I look up at him he turns to me, and winks. He’s made himself completely comfortable. I keep watching the way his shirt stretches across his body every time he moves.

My eyes roamed the length of his body. When I made it back to his face, he’s looking at me again.

I blushed like a kid who just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Ozzy blew me a k**s. My blush deepened. He looked over at Olive, and then back to me. Then Ozzy grabbed his junk, and adjusted himself. I internally g*****d.

“I don’t understand this question.” Olive said.

I looked over to her, but she’s asking Ozzy. Still, I gawked at her. Olive is sitting at my desk. She’s had her legs up most of the time. I’ve caught peeks of her white panties as she twists and turns in the spinny chair. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. Neither of them do.

I feel like I could explode. Goddess, I want to explode all over the both of them. I want to make Ozzy c*m inside of Olive, and then eat her p***y out until she’s screaming my name. Until both of them are screaming for me.

“Azai?”

I shook my head, and looked up.

When did Olive come to stand right in front of me?

“Sorry, what?” I asked.

Olive rolled her eyes. Why do I love them when they play hard to get? Not that Olive is playing. She just really doesn’t want me. I have to keep telling myself that. Otherwise… My eyes roamed up her body.

I gulped.

“Can you help me with this? Ozzy says he won’t because it’s history, and you do the history helping.” She said annoyed.

I cleared my throat. “Uh, sure. Yeah.”

Before I could say anything else, Olive sat on the floor next to me.

“Oh wow, it’s actually really comfortable down here. No wonder why this is where you’ve been sitting.” She commented.

“Yeah, that’s why he’s sitting there. Because it’s comfortable.” Ozzy said amused.

Olive and I looked up at him. She gave him a confused look. I just begged him with my eyes. For what? I’m not sure. Maybe to go easy on us?

“Oooookay.” Olive drawled out. “So, the homework. Can you help me with it?” Olive asked me.

I nodded, and grabbed her book from her.

“Okay, this is pretty basic stuff. We went over it last week on Wednesday.” I told her.

Olive blushed. “I know.” She stated.

“No she doesn’t.” Ozzy called her out. “Olive has been having trouble paying attention in class lately.” He said.

I turned to her. “You have?” I asked.

“No.” She lied.

“You do know that I can hear your heart beat right?” I asked her.

“So?” She asked.

I chuckled.

“So, I can tell when you are lying.” I told her. “Why are you having trouble? Do you need a tutor or something?” I asked.

“N-” She started, but was quickly interrupted.

“I think that is exactly what she needs.” Ozzy said.

Olive looked up at him, and frowned.

“Uhm, I would be more than happy to help you with anything. I’m pretty decent at everything except science, and english. But I assume the sciencey stuff your dad can handle.” I told her.

Something flashed across Olive’s eyes.

“My dad?” She asked softly.

“Yeah. He is a scientist isn’t he? I thought it was your mom that was the doctor?” I asked.

Did I have it backwards this whole time?

“No, that’s… right. I just didn’t know that you knew that.” She mumbled as she looked down.

I’m not sure what had me feeling brave enough to touch her, but I did. I placed two of my fingers under her chin gently. Then I slowly lifted her face up until her dark brown eyes met mine. I held my breath.

Please don’t pull away. Please don’t pull away. Please don’t pull away.

“I try to know as much about the two of you as I can.” I said softly.

Olive scoffed, but it came out forced.

“That’s not creepy, or anything. And I doubt you know that much. You’ve only been hanging out with Ozzy.” She said.

“Red. Tiger Lilys. Pasta. Cookies. Lily. Summer.” I said.

Olive frowned at me.

“What?” She asked.

She still hasn’t pulled away from me. The sparks from touching her are shooting up my arm. Gods, I just want to press my lips to hers. Her’s look so soft, so inviting.

“Your favorite color, flower, food, deserts, and season. And your best friend.” I told her.

Olive’s eyes went wide. She looks to be at a loss for words. The air around us sparked. Can she feel it too?

Suddenly, another head came into my vision. Ozzy rested his chin on Olive’s shoulder. She still just kept staring at me. Ozzy pressed his lips to her neck softly. I want to lean in, and k**s her so badly.

“Azai asks about you at least once every ten minutes.” Ozzy told her.

I felt my face heat. Olive still kept my gaze. She looks like it might be impossible for her to look away. The bond is affecting her whether she likes it, or not.

“Is that true?” She asked me.

“Uh, well, I wouldn’t say every ten minutes..” I said awkwardly.

Ozzy chuckled, and brought his lips to Olive’s ear.

“I kept track one day. It really is at least every ten minutes. But don’t worry baby doll, he asks about me too. Don’t you Azai?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Tell her what you know about me.” He told me.

I swallowed hard.

“Green. You don’t have a favorite flower because it’s ‘not manly’.” I said with an eye roll. “Pizza, but it has to have tons of red pepper flakes. Olive is your best friend. You would rather have something salty than sweet. You also love summer as well.”

As I said everything I kept my eyes on Olive. She hasn’t moved out of my hold yet. I decided to take another risk.

Trying not to shake, I moved my hand up to cup her cheek. I moved my thumb across her high cheek bond. A shutter ran through her body.

With Ozzy right behind her, also touching her, I bet that this is unbelievably intense.

“Do you feel that?” I asked her in a whisper.

Olive nodded.

“Should we keep touching you baby?” Ozzy asked her.

Again, Olive nodded. She still hasn’t take her eyes off of me. I leaned in closer to her, but slowly. I want to give her time to pull away from me. She’s holding back still. Olive’s heart is beating so fast.

I leaned in until my lips brushed hers slightly. Another shutter wracked her body. Just when I was about to press my lips to hers, Ozzy broke the moment.

“Well, I’m starving. I’m going to go get us snacks. You guys wait here.” He said.

I pulled back from Olive to frown at him.

“But I-“

It was too late. He already marched out. I looked down at Olive.

“He know’s I have tons of snacks here.” I told her.

Olive swallowed hard, and nodded. The action caused my hand to drop. I was so close to kissing her too.

“He probably left us alone on purpose.” She mumbled as she turned away from me.

Olive and I were silent for a moment. She rested her back on the wall next to me. I smiled to myself. Olive might have pulled away from me, but she still stayed close to me.

“Uhm, I’m sorry for being pushy.” I told her.

Olive turned those deep brown eyes to me.

“In the elevator? That was all Ozzy, don’t be sorry.” She said.

I chuckled. “Uhm, I meant just now, when I almost kissed you.” I told her.

Olive’s cheeks tinged pink.

“Oh.” She said. “Uhm, it’s alright. We can also blame Ozzy for that.” She said making me laugh.

“We can definitely blame him for interrupting. I think you might have actually let me k**s you if he didn’t open his mouth.” I said.

Olive rolled her eyes. “Fat chance.” She said.

I laughed again, but returned back to my homework. No need to push her more. I think I’ve done enough of that today. I’m going to have a hard on for the rest of the night.

“Azai?” I looked up to see Olive staring at me. “Uhm, do you really ask about me that much?” She asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.” I admitted to her.

Olive tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Uhm, why?” She asked, and I frowned.

“I just mean, it’s not like I’ve been nice to you. I left you without saying good bye. I ignored you for months. You came all this way since we didn’t come to you, and I’ve barely even given you the time of day since you’ve been here. I just.. Why? Why do you still try so hard? Why won’t you give up on me?” She asked.

My frown deepened the more she went on.

“Because you’re my mate.” I said it like it was obvious.

“I.. I love you Olive. Both of you. There isn’t a whole lot you could do that would change my mind on this. I just want to know you. Maybe if I could get to know you more, you would want to get to know me more. Then maybe.. one day.. you’ll love me the same way that I love you.” I told her.

Olive just stared at me for a moment.

“You don’t even know me.” She stated softly.

“I don’t know a lot about you, but I’m trying. Isn’t that worth something?” I asked her.

“No. It’s not.” Olive’s voice was quiet, but stern.

My heart broke a little.

“Will anything I do ever be worth something to you Olive?” I asked her.

Olive’s head snapped to mine. Her eyes took on a red hue, but I could see the tears building up. I reached out to touch her, but she slapped my hand away.

“No Azai Morningstar, nothing you ever do will be worth something to me.” She said.

Olive started to gather up her stuff.

“Wait, Olive, I’m sorry. Don’t leave though. Please.” I begged.

“Why should I even stay? So you can try to k**s me again? No.” She shook her head. “This is too much.” She said as she got to her feet.

I stood up with her.

“I-I can stay on this side of the room, and still help you with your homework. You need help right? Please don’t go. I promise to behave myself. I won’t touch you, or even come near you unless you say it’s okay.” I begged.

Olive stopped, and turned to me. She sniffled as she looked me up and down. The red hue in her eyes is gone now.

“Why?” She whispered.

I furrowed my brow.

“Why?” I asked confuse.

Didn’t we just go through this?

“Why do you keep trying? No matter how mean I am, or how much I push you away. I don’t understand you.” Olive admitted.

I frowned.

Does the bond not affect her the same way it does me? I mean, they were able to stay away from me for so long, so maybe that really was it. But it’s been different for me. I want them. Completely and wholely.

“Because I can’t breathe when you aren’t around.” I admitted.

Truth is, Olive could treat me this way for the rest of our lives. I would never leave her alone, never not pursue her. I don’t want to go back to that hallow feeling again. It hurt so much. It was so lonely.

Olive just stared at me. More tears filled her eyes. She looked like she was struggling to breathe.

“Listen Olive, I know that you don’t want me. I know this is all so hard for you, but… I won’t lie to you. You could treat me like this for the rest of our lives, I will never stop trying. No matter what you do.” I told her.

“Even if we reject you?” She asked.

My heart stopped.

The door opened, and Ozzy walked in with his arms full of snacks.

“Okay, I got all of our favorites, and some drinks.” He looked between the two of us. “I was expecting you guys to be making out at the very least.” He teased.

“Okay… What’s going on?” Ozzy asked.

Olive and I just stared at each other.

“Did you think we didn’t know about that? Because we do.” She asked.

“I knew you knew. I just.. W-would you?” I asked.

“Would it get you to leave me alone?” She asked.

My lips turned into a line. I clentched my fists at my sides.

Would I?

Honestly, I’m not sure I would have the strength to do anything if they rejected me.

“What are we talking about?” Ozzy asked.

“Rejection.” Olive answered him.

Ozzy dropped everything in his arms as he stared at Olive.

“No. No no no no no. You can’t.” He told her.

Olive turned her eyes to him.

“You can accept him all you want. I will not.” She stated, and then turned back to me.

“Well? Would you?” Olive asked me again. “You would have to right?” She asked.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

Is it getting hot in here? It feels like it’s hard to breathe. I had to take a step back. I started pulling at my shirt, trying to get some air flow.

“Azai.. Are you alright?” Ozzy asked me.

I nodded. “Uhm, I, uh, it’s, uhm, h-h-hot.”

“Azai calm down. It’s okay. Is your wolf trying to take over? I know what you told me about Werewolves. Was the mention of rejection too much for Ezra?” Ozzy asked.

A low whimper tumbled out of me before I could stop it.

“Oh please, he is fine. What does he care about us rejecting him?” Olive said.

“Olive.” Ozzy scolded her.

I swallowed hard.

“This was all for nothing. Nothing I do will matter.”

Did I just say that out loud? I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m going to have to go back to that pain.. That loneliness..

“Don’t say that Azai.”

I felt hands grip my face. My vision cleared enough for me to look into those sparkling blue eyes of my mate. For just a second it was slightly easier to breathe.

“You have me. Always. I won’t reject you. I promise. Neither will Olive. She’s bluffing. We don’t even know how to properly reject someone.” He told me.

My eyes flickered to Olive.

“So.. you just said that to hurt me?” I asked.

Olive looked away from me.

I frowned.

“All you have to say is ‘I, Olive Jean Jamison, reject you, Azai Lee Morningstar, as my mate.” I told her.

Olive’s eyes went wide.

“W-why would you tell me that?” She asked.

I grabbed Ozzy’s hands from my face, but held onto them. When I looked up I offered him a small smile. Then I turned to Olive. I just have to show them that it’s okay.

“I just want you to be happy. If that isn’t with me then…” I trailed off. “Look, I’ll.. I’ll be okay. I’m a Morningstar, I can’t die or anything. I-if you d-don’t want me-“

“No.” Ozzy stated.

“Ozzy-” I tried.

“No. It’s not up for discussion.” He said, and then turned to Olive. “We are not rejecting our mate Olive.”

Olive glared at Ozzy for a moment before turning to me.

“Why don’t you just mark us then? Huh?” She shouted. “Why not just take us against our will? Isn’t that whay Werewolves normally do? From what we’ve heard, they don’t just wait for their mates.”

Ozzy turned to look at me, the question was in his eyes too.

“I would never mark either of you without your consent. I’m not a monster. Not all wolves are like that. It’s just that their wolf fights for control-” I said, but was interrupted.

“Then why hasn’t yours faught you for us? Is it because you don’t really want us?” Olive accused. “Is that why? Because you could easily just get someone else? Your wolf is that unbothered by how much I don’t want you. Tell me Azai!”

It was all too much. Olive yelling at me. Ozzy staring helplessly between the two of us as we argued. How did things turn out like this?

We were so close to kissing, and now look at us. I feel like I can’t breathe. Olive is just yelling, and yelling, and I just…

“My wolf is gone!”