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 laughed more. The trees and the grass and the moon swung closer to listen. That banshee’s merriment. Twining into the world. “I could put this on you, then. For now. Only for now. But for now you’ll be all mine. Naked, and wearing my collar…”


“Oh yes,” Ink said, probably too fast. “Yes.”


“Sounds good to me.” Their eyes met.


Aidan, unexpectedly, said, “I like your ears. They tell me what you’re thinking.”


“They—” He stopped talking. Aidan, humming softly, had held out the bridle and leash; the web of it shimmered and rippled its way up and out and into a new shape, which wrapped around Ink’s throat and settled into place.


A collar. A magical one. Aidan’s. On him.


The sense of rightness, of belonging—not a herd, but a partner; not an obligation but a choice—sank into his bones. His soul.


Chapter 11