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

His little apple-thief, his pooka, had clear desires. Obedience, yielding, being made to yield. Giving over of self; being commanded, he’d said.


Whose heart performed a bizarre acrobatic leap and twist, not quite painful but landing unexpectedly, as if swinging to a perch somewhere wholly new.


He suggested, in the wake of this feeling, “You said I could scold you.”4


Ink said, “Yes please,” before his brain caught up, and then he stood there staring at Aidan for a second or two, not knowing what or how else to answer.


Yes, he’d let Aidan Callahan scold him. Chastise him. Put him on his knees again. All of that, completely yes, everything.


He hadn’t expected that, tonight. Not that he’d expected any of the night.


He didn’t have to keep the name. It wasn’t traditional, wasn’t given by his herd, wasn’t approved.


Chapter 10