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 texted Len. An update. Where he was, and that he’d dealt with the assignment, that he’d met someone, and that he’d be busy for the night. Len sent back Tell me ALL the details!!plus a thumbs-up emoji. Aidan rolled eyes and answered, He likes dandelions in salad and has a tail


Len digitally shrieked at him—the key smash was alarmingly long—and then said, Are you OK?


Aidan considered this question. Yes, he thought. Yes, he was.


Maybe more okay than he’d been in a long time. He hadn’t thought twice about being who he was; he’d wanted to give Ink an experience, himself, some more delight. No guilt or regret came near the pleasure of watching Ink lounge across acres of bed and nibble on lavender-honey white chocolate truffles.


Chapter 21