Faerie horses should at least show up on time. That’s Aidan’s opinion, anyway. He’s been waiting for the pooka all night, to catch it stealing apples from human orchards. This Magical Enforcement Division assignment’s supposed to be easy -- and Aidan could use the break, after a previous case gone badly wrong. But when the apple-thief pooka does show up, it takes the shape of a gorgeous young man ... who doesn’t seem to mind being captured at Aidan’s hands.<br><Br>Ink left his herd to seek out adventure, and he’s found it in the form of a devastatingly handsome MED agent. He’s always been up for a challenge, and Aidan Callahan is certainly that: gorgeous, powerful, and good at his job. Ink’s perfectly happy to let Aidan put a hand -- or an enchanted bridle -- on him, especially with that note of command. It’ll be simple and fun, a decadent magical one night stand ... and Ink knows they’ll both enjoy it.<br><br>But this night isn’t simple. Ritual magic and Aidan’s own complicated gifts collide, and the family legacy he’s been avoiding becomes important, though Aidan’s starting to think it isn’t as important as keeping Ink in his arms.

The Pooka's Share

No. Heflinched. The pooka was a he. Aidan didn’t know how he knew, but he did. Something in that gaze. In those scared long eyelashes. In the shiver of emotion, raw and tangible under moon and stars. Elemental and fey and quivering. Under the bondage of a bridle.


Aidan, rather distressed by this realization, said, “Shh, I’m not going to hurt you,” and held out a hand. Could he promise that? Had he caused hurt already? “I just need you to listen—this orchard isn’t yours, and they need the crops to, I don’t know, make cider and pies and apple butter or whatever it is they do up here, and I’m pretty sure you can hear me, so can you nod if you can hear me, and also, is this hurting you?”


Chapter 3