“I’m telling the truth,” Riordan insisted.
Dillon smiled. “I know, babe.”
Riordan nodded and planted a kiss on Dillon’s forehead before making his way down to the nose and lips. Their kisses were chaste and innocent at first, but they grew heated when Darby joined in. Their arousal became much stronger with every flick of their tongues and the taste of one another in their mouths. Riordan groaned softly when he felt a tingle of Dillon’s familiar magic all over him, and shut his eyes for a second. When he opened them next, he was lying naked on the bed in their bedroom. Both Dillon and Darby were in a similar state of undress as he was. Dillon must have utilized his magic to strip them off their clothes and transport them into the bedroom. Having a powerful witch as a soul mate was certainly convenient at times.