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 sacrificed his own shirt for clean-up. He did not mind. He did not use magic.


He sang the right sequence at braided horsehair; the collar fell into his hand and became a bridle again. Sitting on grass next to his pooka, he turned the woven binding over, thoughtfully; Ink was looking at it too. Their shoulders fit together.


Because he was in fact a decently good Magical Enforcement Division Agent, a stray scrap of information scampered up to poke at his brain. “You said you needed this. Earlier.”


Ink’s gaze traveled from the bridle to Aidan’s hands.


“No! I mean, yeah, that too—I mean I think Ineeded—but I meant, um. The orchard. The apples. The pooka’s share. Is it a ritual? Something you have to have?”


“Something I have to have? Oh—you meant apples, not this…”


“It’s a serious question. And you can play with thatmore later.”


Chapter 17