THIRD PERSON POV:
For the past ten minutes after meeting with Hazel, Riley lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it held the answers to his questions. His phone was on silent, so he had no idea Hazel was calling him.
His life just had to be difficult. Why him? He questioned the moon goddess in frustration.
"Aren't you coming for the game at Noble's cabin?" Ian asked.
Riley barely heard him, as his mind was far away.
Ian's patience wore thin, so he walked over and tapped Riley's legs, which lay flat on the bed. The touch jolted Riley back to the present. He sat up; the mattress creaking beneath him.
"I'm heading out for the game at Noble's cabin, and I-"
"You can go without me," Riley interrupted, his voice flat.
Ian's face fell slightly.
He knew Riley was still hung up on Hazel. It bothered him because of the hold she seemed to have on his best friend. The Riley he once knew had vanished in the past three days.
"If this is about that Howlstone girl, then I'm disappointed," Ian said, his tone hardening. "It's embarrassing, man! Riley Storm, reduced to nothing because of a girl who can only dream about the boys on the football team. Come on, man!"
Hearing Ian talk down about Hazel made Riley's blood boil. He swung his legs off the bed, fists clenched.
"I'll forgive you because we have history," he growled, his voice low, "but never speak of my name is Hazel."
Ian took a step back, sensing Riley's anger rising.
"Whatever, man. Just chill out and have fun," Ian muttered.
mate that way. And her
He left, the cabin door clicking shut behind him. Riley collapsed back onto the bed, frustration boiling in his chest. Meanwhile, Hazel was still on her way to Riley's cabin, stopping momentarily to catch a breath as her heart pounded heavily. The path was dimly lit by the moon, and shadows of trees loomed over her, so she got her feet moving due to the fear growing in her.
Inside, Riley lay restless, trying to force himself to sleep, but then her scent suddenly filled the air, wrapping around him.
"I must be dreaming," he mumbled, but then came a knock at the door. He jumped to his feet and opened it to find Hazel's beautiful brown eyes staring back at him.
"Hazel," he breathed, his voice filled with disbelief, but before he could say anything, she pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Riley stumbled back, pulling her into the cabin as he kicked the door shut. She finally pulled away, both of them breathless.
"What... what are you doing here?" he asked, staring down at her.
"I came to apologize for what happened earlier," Hazel said. "I like you, and I want to see where this goes."
Riley stood there, speechless. This had to be a dream.
"Is this the part where I wake up to the sound of a siren and the camp director making an announcement?" he asked with a plain expression on his face.
Hazel chuckled. "No, this is the part where we make out," she whispered, slipping her hands under his shirt.
In one swift motion, she pulled it over his head, revealing his bare chest. Her fingers traced the contours of his muscles as he tightened his grip on her, one hand cupping her butt. Their lips met briefly before Riley began trailing kisses down her neck. He lifted her gently, laying her down on the bed.
Hazel lay back with her hands grasping the mattress as Riley pulled off her shorts. He patted her legs, positioning himself between them. He took her hand and planted soft kisses from her fingertips to her arm, sending shivers through her body.
In one smooth motion, he tugged her shirt off, leaving her in just her bra. Riley gazed at her with admiration.
"Can you be more beautiful?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, drawing a soft moan from her lips as his mouth trailed down her cleavage.
His hands found their way to her back, unhooking her bra and revealing her bare breasts. He cupped them, his tongue teasing her hardened nipples as his teeth grazed gently over them.
"Riley," she moaned, her voice thick with need as her fingers gripped his back, seeking something to hold on to as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Riley's mouth worked its way over her breasts while his hands explored her body, stopping at her entrance. He massaged her wet core with his fingers, drawing more soft moans from her lips.
"I want you," she whispered into his ear as he slid a finger inside her, her breath hitching.
She tugged on his neck, pulling him into a kiss, her lips meeting with his as her body hummed with anticipation. As his fingers pumped into her, she gasped, tugging on his pants until he pulled away and slid them off.
"Do you like it?" he teased when she wouldn't stop staring at his length.
Hazel turned her head, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, which only made him chuckle.
Slowly, he slid into her, moving with a steady rhythm as her body adjusted to him. Her walls tightened around him, his breath ragged as he thrust deeper.
"You're so perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he thrust deeper while she held on to his muscular back.
The room filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure until, finally, they both came undone, collapsing into each other and basking in the warmth of their release.
**
The urge to pee woke Hazel. She blinked her eyes open to see the dim morning light filtering through the cabin window. Rolling over, she reached for her phone to check the time. Her heart sank when she saw several messages from the person she dreaded most-Fae.
"You and Riley sneaking around, huh? He's a great guy, but that doesn't mean I want you in my family."
"Why aren't you texting back? Are you with him right now?"
"Your best friend is getting on my nerves, and I can't wait any longer. I'll be holding a meeting at my cabin at 5 PM tomorrow. Cabin 600,"
Sleep vanished from her eyes as she stared at the messages, dread creeping into her chest.