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

He’d never be the magician his father was. None of that human talent. None of that dispassionate evaluative shaping of magic. Nothing polished or patrician or practiced.


Here and now he didn’t give a damn. Shields and protections, himself and Ink, tucked away from the world and safe. He could make thathappen. And it’d be perfect. Exactly what they needed. What Ink needed. What Aidan needed.


He rested a hand over the pale bare curve of faerie-horse human-shaped backside. Ink whimpered and tried to push back into the caress. That horse’s tail lashed back and forth. Aidan laughed, drew back the hand, brought it down. Hard.


His handprint. Over faerie skin. Glowing.


They both ended up breathless for a second or two.


Ink whispered back, apparently having regained vocabulary much faster, “Very okay, yes—can I have more?”


Chapter 14