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

Aidan’s fingers found Ink’s chin, and held him in place. Their eyes met. “You knew there’d be consequences. You’ll take them. Because you do want to. For me.”


“For you,” Ink whispered back. For you, he thought. Because you saw me. Because you named me. Because you need someone to care for, to let you think about pleasure and not an assignment, the next job, the one after that. Because you’re hurting too, and I can give you this.


Another throb of pleasure bloomed at the idea. At the touch of Aidan’s hand to his face. At the floating hazy clarity of surrender, like jewels in rain. Like the curl and lick of the collar at his throat: magic.


He whispered, “Do you want me to say I deserve this? Whatever you decide to do with me. I can say that. I’m yours.”5


Yours, the pooka—Ink—had said. Aidan drew a breath, let it go. How’d Ink known? Words he’d wanted, needed, craved hearing: trust in him, belief that he’d make the right choices, faith that this moment and this scene would go well.


Chapter 12