Red Hot Love: The Morningstar Series: Book 5
Red Hot Love – Chapter 35

“I need you. Now. Azai, please.” Olive begged as she kissed down my neck.

My entire body is tense. I’m desperately trying to hold onto my anger instead of letting it out. Without Ezra here, I can’t shift. Which means that I cannot calm down as easily.

“Olive.. I’m.. just too full of rage right now.”

I cannot believe I’m f*****g arguing with Olive while she’s throwing herself at me like this.

“So, don’t hold back. Take it all out on me. f**k me hard. As hard as you want. Please.” She begged.

Olive started to pull at my clothes. I let her strip me of my shirt. Then she started on my jeans.

I put my hands on her shoulders to stop her.

“Mi alma, are you sure this is what you want to do?” I asked. “I will not be gentle, especially when I can’t mark you.” I told her.

Olive’s eyes are burning a deep red. She pushed on my chest, and I fell back on my bed. Then Olive climbed on top of me.

I’ve never been happier that my girl loves to wear dresses, and skirts.

Olive pulled my d**k out of my jeans, and pressed it to her core. Her panties are f*****g soaked. I shivered against her as I gripped her h**s.

“Do you feel that? How wet I am for you? I don’t care how rough you are with me Azai. I need you inside of me. I need to feel you. Please.” My little mate begged.

I reached under Olive’s dress, and tore her panties. I pulled the shredded wet fabric away. Then I gripped Olive’s h**s, and slammed that sweet p***y down on my c**k.

Both of us gasped at the same time. I didn’t stop there. I continuted to bounce Olive on top of me roughly. I’m pretty sure I’m going to leave bruises on her h**s. Olive’s hands gripped at my chest.

I flipped us over, and shimmied out of my jeans while I continued to roll my h**s. Nothing is better than Olive’s p***y. Nothing.

I would say maybe Ozzy’s forbidden hole, but he has yet to let me in it.

Still, Olive’s p***y… Man, I could write a whole book about how good Olive’s p***y is. My girl is always so juicy for me. Her p***y cries everytime I’m in it. And don’t even get me started on how hard she can squeeze me. I thought my d**k was going to break off one time.

Now though, now I need to drown my anger inside of her.

I reached up, and ripped the top of Olive’s dress from her body. She gasped, and I pressed my lips to hers. Olive wrapped her entire body around me as I f****d her. I ripped her bra off, and moved my mouth to her perfect n*****s.

f**k, she tastes so good. Her skin is so sweet. I can never get enough of her.

Then I ripped the rest of her dress until it fell in shreds around us. I pounded myself into Olive over and over. f**k, she feels f*****g amazing.

“Mi alma.. You feel… so… f*****g… good.” I told her between each thrust.

“Azai.. don’t stop. Tell me how good it feels.” Olive begged.

I smirked.

Something I’ve noticed with Olive, she loves to be praised. I’m not sure if it’s just because she likes to hear that she’s the best f**k I’ve ever had, or if it just excites her to hear me talk about how much I love her p***y. Maybe a little bit of both.

“Best p***y I’ve ever had baby. Wettest p***y I’ve ever had. This greedy little cunt just loves to cry for me, doesn’t it?” I cooed.

“Yes! Ugh! Yes Azai!” Olive m****d out.

I kept thrusting into her. You can hear the skin to skin smacking. You can even hear the squishy sounds of my girls juicy p***y.

“You hear that baby?” I asked as I kept pounding. “You are so juicy. All for me. Well, for me and Ozzy. He can join us later.” I said.

Olive kept moaning. Her p***y started to spasm around me. Best f*****g part about f*****g Olive, when her she cums, her p***y spasms in the best f*****g way.

My eyes rolled back as I kept thrusting into her. Olive’s p***y clentched around me before spasming uncontroably. My girl screamed out my name as she came.

“You are such a good girl Olive.” I praised. “You take my c**k so well. I bet you would take Ozzy, and I together well too.” I said sweetly.

Olive is still panting, still moaning. Her beauitful face is flushed, making her even more stunning. Olive’s eyes are a deep red, and staring right into mine.

My thrusts grew harder. I had to grip Olive’s a*s just to hold her in place, so that I can be as rough as I want. I’m pounding into her beautiful p***y. The anger is slowly draining out of me.

I bent my head down to k**s her neck. I trailed k****s down her soft skin, to her chest right above her perky t**s. Goddess, Olive has the best rack I’ve ever seen.

I started to suck on her skin, anywhere I could latch onto. She tastes so good. I bet her b***d tastes even better than her sweet skin.

My fangs protruded, and I scraped them along Olive’s chest. I can bite down on her boob right now. I bet it would be fun to feed from here.

Olive tangled her fingers into my hair, and held me closer to her. Her m***s grew, and it only fueled me more. I want to bite her, to feed from her, to mark her.

Just when I was about to bite down, I pulled away.

I pulled completely out of Olive. She whimpered, but only for a moment. Then I flipped her onto her stomach.

Olive gasped at the sudden change. I grabbed her h**s, and pulled her a*s into the air. Then I rammed myself deep inside her juicy p***y again. Olive m****d as I started thrusting again.

I moved my hands from Olive’s h**s to spread her a*s cheeks. Olive’s spine straightened, and she started wiggling away from me. I gripped her h**s again, and pulled her back.

“Don’t be scared baby. I won’t put my d**k in that hole. I just wanna see if I can get a finger in you.” I told her.

“B-but.. I.. I’ve never done that.” Olive panted out. “Ozzy.. always wanted… to try… but I said no..”

“Huh, really? Well, let me play with it a little. Imagine if you like it baby. Ozzy would be so thrilled.” I cooed.

Olive let out a deeper m**n, and pushed her a*s back to me.

“You just let me know if you don’t like anything that I do, alright mi alma?” I asked.

Olive nodded.

I spread her cheeks again as I rolled my h**s inside of her. I’m pretty sure that Olive came again before I even flipped her over. Olive’s p***y is dripping all over my bed. No wonder Ozzy said they always had to use a towel.

I moved my fingers around Olive to coat them in her juices. She m****d as I played with her clit. Such sweet noises my mates make.

My fingers came back around to Olive’s forbidden hole. I tickled the entrance. Olive gasped, and m****d. She pushed her a*s back more, and I smirked.

I knew she’d like this.

Slowly, I pushed my finger inside. I only got to my first knuckle when Olive tensed up. I used my free hand to rub soothingly up and down her side.

“Relax baby. It won’t feel good if you’re all tensed up.” I told her. “I promise that I won’t do anything to hurt you. You trust me, right mi alma?”

Olive blew out a breath, and nodded.

“I trust you.” She mumbled as her body relaxed.

I smirked.

I pushed my finger further, and further. Slowly, until finally, my entire index finger is inside of her. I kept rolling my h**s as well. Olive is still moaning.

After a moment I began pumping my finger. I pounded into Olive roughly once again. Her light m***s, soon turned to screams. Olive is so wet that her juices have made its way back to her a*s.

It made it easy for me to add another finger, then another. Now, I’m full on pounding into my girls p***y, with three of my fingers deep inside her a*s. Olive’s m***s are more like screams. She’s repeating my name over and over again.

The moment I had entered my third finger, Olive came, and she never stopped. Her body is slumping, but I’m managing to hold her up. Olive’s p***y is gripping onto me.

“I’m so close baby..” I m****d out. “Do you want me to c*m inside you?” I asked.

I knew before that it wasn’t a good idea to have Ozzy and I c*m inside of Olive. We’re mates, which means that our chances of getting pregnant are much higher. At the time I was so lusted over that I didn’t care. Now that I’m not though… I still want to.

Cumming inside of Olive was the best feeling that there is. I’ve only ever came in dudes, since they can’t get knocked up. Cumming in Olive while her p***y squeezed me was f*****g amazing.

We hadn’t done that since though. As much as the three of us have been fooling around, and f*****g, we had managed to control ourselves enough to not fill Olive up again. Even though Ozzy and I really, really wanted to.

Every time I asked Olive where she wanted me to blow my load though. I was always pleased with her answers. My little mate is a f*****g freak.

Both of them.

Olive always told me her mouth, her t**s, her face, her a*s. Literally all of the best places. She has yet to admit that she wants me to fill her with my c*m again though.

“I.. Yes! Please! Daddy c*m in me please. Fill me up with your seed, and f**k me as it spills out.” Olive begged.

I paused for just a moment before going relentless.

See what I mean? Freak.

Olive has never called me daddy before either. I f*****g love it. I’ve had other partners call me that, but none of them were my mate. Everything with Olive and Ozzy is so much better.

Honestly, I’m not sure it would have mattered if I did wait for them. Sure, I have more knowlegde of what I’m doing, but everything is so different than anything I’ve done. Everything with my mates is new, and better, and f*****g amazing.

“Olive.. Fuuuuucck! Olive!” I m****d out as I came.

My body twitched, and jolted. And I didn’t stop there. I kept thrusting after all of my c*m was spilled into my favorite p***y. Olive’s m***s grew again. The nosises coming from our love making, and knowing that she’s full of my c*m, has me close again.

“Azai..” Olive m****d out. “Can.. you.. put your.. fingers.. back..” She’s struggling to get words out between her m***s.

“Oh, you want me to put my fingers back in your a*s baby?” I asked with a smirk.

I only pulled them out because I was cumming. I couldn’t hold onto her anymore. Now she wants them back in.

Olive whimpered. “Please Daddy.”

I shivered.

“How can I deny such a good girl?”

I was much rougher this time when I shoved two fingers right into her a*s. If Olive can handle it a bit rougher, I bet we could get her to let Ozzy get his d**k in her. I know he wants to f**k this hole bad. And he’s such a great, sensual lover.

Olive’s body slumped against the bed. I pumped my fingers into her, and her p***y started to spasm around me. The motions were too much.

Olive came.

“AZAI!” She screamed.

I came at the same time.

“OLIVE!” I shouted back.

Damn, I hope no one heard us.

This time I didn’t keep going. Olive is too tired. I could keep going, but I need to give my mate a break. So, I pulled my fingers out of Olive’s a*s with a loud, wet pop. Then I pulled my d**k out of her as well. Olive slumped onto my bed.

I plopped down next to her. Olive rolled over, and snuggled into me. She sighed dreamily, and I kissed the top of her head.

“Do you think Ozzy felt all of that?” I asked.

Olive shrugged. “Probably. Hopefully he put up the block after feeling my l**t spark though.” She said.

“I wonder if he went to jerk off instead. Maybe he took a video for us. That would be hot. Maybe we could get him to do it-“

Olive slapped her hand over my mouth stopping me. I looked down at her. She looks amused.

“I think you might be a nympho.” She told me.

I grabbed her hand, and pressed a k**s to her palm. Then I placed her hand on my cheek. Sparks danced across my skin.

“It’s a good thing I have two mates.” I said.

Olive giggled, and then a sad look took over her deep brown eyes.

“What’s wrong mi alma?” I asked her.

Olive chewed on her bottom l*p. I noticed she does that when she’s trying to fight with what she wants to do, or say. It seems that she usually ends up giving in though. So, I waited patiently for Olive to tell me.

“Do… Do you think that it’s possible we have other mates?” She rushed out.

“What?” I asked shocked.

“It’s just.. Ozzy and I met you years after we knew each other. What if that happens again? I’m not sure I could handle another guy. And what if we get a girl? I don’t think I could watch you and Ozzy with another girl. Even if I am involved.” Olive rushed out without taking a breath.

I grabbed Olive’s face between my hands.

“Hey, hey, hey, relax mi alma. Take a breath.” I told her.

Olive nodded, and took a few deep breaths.

“Mi alma, the chances of us having even one other mate are like, one in a million. Much less than the chances you and Ozzy had of getting a third mate. I doubt we have any more though. It’s rare enough to have three. I’m not sure I’ve even heard of four, or more mates. Well… I know some supernaturals like to mate in groups, but those are usually chosen mates. Not like us.” I told her.

“So, you think that we probably won’t have any other surprise mates?” Olive asked.

I chuckled at her. “I think I can safely say, that we will not have any other mates.” I told her.

Olive blew out a loud breath making me laugh.

“Thank the Gods.” She mumbled.

Just then my phone rang. I got up, and sifted through my jeans to replace it. Then I looked at Olive, and smirked.

I answered the facetime, and flipped the screen to my naked mate.

“Say hi to our other mate mi alma.” I told her.

Olive smiled, and fluttered her fingers at the camera.

“Hi baby, are you having a good day?” She asked.

I can see Ozzy’s face on the screen. His eyes took on a red hue as he looked at Olive. Then he shook his head.

“The two of you are going to be the death of me. I popped a boner so fast, and hard, because of the two of you, that I had to run from my parents. Literally. I had to tell them that I threw up, and just needed a minute. Do you two understand how many questions my dad, the doctor, had for me after that?” Ozzy scolded us.

Olive pouted, and I flipped the screen back to me.

“I’m sorry Ozzy.” I said, not sounding sorry at all.

Ozzy gave me a bored look.

“No you’re not. And don’t start. Just get dressed, and come over.” He said as I sat on my bed.

Olive sat up, and rested her head on my arm so that she can see Ozzy too.

“Dinner’s done already?” She asked.

“No, I just really miss the two of you.” Ozzy admitted.

Olive and I both smiled at him.

“We miss you too mi alma.” I said.

“A lot.” Olive added.

“Good.” Ozzy said. “Oh, and when you get here Olive,” Olive perked up, “you are going to explain to me why exactly you were so damn scared right before getting f****d by our mate.” He stated dangerously.

Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Ozzy sound like that before. It went straight to my d**k. I wonder if I can get him to talk to me like that. I bet he would love to collar me with that black leather one I have back home. Ozzy can pull on it, and order me to do whatever he wants in that tone. Hell, he could anyways. I’d probably c*m so fas-

“Are you listening to me Azai?” Ozzy asked.

“Uh, huh, what?” I asked.

“I said, hurry, and get your asses here. I want to know what the f**k happened.” Ozzy said.

Then he hung up.

I looked at Olive. She’s chewing on her bottom l*p, and looking away.

I sighed. “You should have told him the first time Ethan laid his f*****g hands on you.” I said as I got up to gather up our clothes.

“He would have killed Ethan.” Olive argued.

I stopped, bent over, to look up at her.

“I’m going to kill him Olive.” I stated.

Then I walked over to her. I stood in front of Olive. I gripped her chin, and forced her eyes up to mine.

“Listen to me carefully mi alma. I do not care who I have to convince, what I have to go through, or what happens after. I will be ending Ethan’s life. You are mine. He touched my mate, knowing that you are already mated, even before. According to Werewolf law, I have every f*****g right to slit his throat, and bathe in his b***d.” I told her dangerously.

Olive’s arousal fluttered to my nostrils. I have to keep my replace focused though. Otherwise, we are never making it to this dinner.

“He will not be getting away with this. Today, you are telling Ozzy, and your parents the truth.” I stated.

Olive shot to her feet.

“You can’t make me tell them.” She argued.

“Yes the f**k I can.” I argued back. “Olive, what if he did this to Lily next? Or Caroline? Or anyone else? You have to tell somebody.” I told her.

“I did tell somebody. I’m handling it.” She said.

“Who did you tell?” I asked as I laid out her ripped dress.

It’s a good thing I learned some spells from Melia. Just a wave of my hand, and Olive’s pretty red sundress is fixed. Then I fixed her bra, but not her panties.

“What about my underwear?” Olive whined.

“You can go without. As punisment for keeping this from Ozzy.” I said.

“Whatever.” Olive grumbled as she dressed.

“So, who did you tell that is oh, so powerful, that they can handle this situation? Huh?” I grilled.

Olive chewed on her bottom l*p as she stared at me.

“Tell me right now mi alma.” I ordered.

“I told Atiana Morningstar.”