Luca Drayden wasn't exactly a saint.
In fact, if saints had a ranking system, he'd probably be in the negatives.
Case in point: right now, he was busy hooking up with a random girl under a massive, ancient tree that definitely looked like the kind of thing priests prayed to.
She gasped. He grinned. Somewhere, birds scattered dramatically into the air.
Nature's blessing, right?
With one last groan, Luca closed his eyes, riding that glorious high—and opened them to find himself tied to a bed.
What the...
The forest was gone. The girl was gone. His pants were gone.
Instead, there was a dimly lit bedroom that looked way too expensive to be real. His wrists were bound to the headboard with something that suspiciously felt like silk, and...
Oh, hell no.
There was a man.
A very good-looking man. Lying beside him. One arm wrapped around Luca's waist like they were some kind of newlyweds.
"Morning," the stranger murmured, voice low and smooth, as if this was perfectly normal.
Luca gawked at him.
The man's lips curved into the most annoyingly attractive smirk Luca had ever seen.
"Name's Silas Evander," he said lazily. "Your fiancé."
Luca blinked once. Twice.
What the hell kind of kinky dream was this?