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

But he wasn’t. Not exactly. Aidan had brushed fingers against his while walking, once and then twice; Ink had finally laughed and grabbed that oddly bashful hand in his. Aidan’s fingertips needed warming, anyway.


Emotions lurked and tangled under his skin. Exhilaration. Brilliant shuddering aftermath. Lingering floaty completion, drenching thoughts in blurry ecstasy. Pink and rose-hued soreness, the glorious kind, radiating inside and out. Aidan had fussed over the cold and Ink being naked and had plopped his own leather jacket on Ink’s shoulders for the walk. Ink’s heart had done a small somersault at this.


He wanted this. He wanted a stray banshee hair on a borrowed jacket-collar, and firework release, and Aidan’s hands soothing him after.


He knew that Aidan didn’t know about his past, about the way he’d run from his herd. He’d at some point have to say something. He didn’t know how.


Chapter 18