A Mate Hunt for Mark by Anya Byrne

Author:Anya Byrne
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: anal sex, gay, MM, explicit adult content, erotic, erotic romance
Publisher: Anya Byrne
Published: 2016-03-25T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

"Why?"

The question escaped Attie's lips the moment he manifested in front of his godmother. He could have finished it in countless different ways, because he definitely had countless questions.

Why had his godmother let him stay in the mortal realm? Why hadn't she come to find him? Why had she allowed him to remain with his mate, only to snatch him away the moment he had remembered? Why did he even have a mate at all?

"I'm only trying to do the right thing for you," his godmother said. For once, her wings didn't flutter. She looked pale and wan, and a pang of concern coursed through Attie.

"Godmother?"

"You know the rules, Attie. We're helpers. We're not part of the mortal realm. We can't mix with them."

"I could, though. I stayed there for almost a month."

"I managed to arrange it, yes. Your magic backlashed when your mate struck you, and as long as you didn't remember our world, you could stay there, with Mark Roskam. Now that your memory and your powers are back, things have changed."

Intellectually, Attie knew that. It was why he'd pulled away from Mark to begin with. But he couldn't just forget about Mark, couldn't forget about the kiss they'd shared, the pleading look Mark had given him and first and foremost, all the time they'd spent together.

It had been real. Even if back then, Attie hadn't even remembered his own name, he'd still been himself. He was Blue as much as he was Attie, and no matter what he'd told Mark, that would never change.

"You have to send me back," he told his godmother. "Please. I love him."

He'd never said the words—to anyone. When it came to his feelings toward Mark, he'd never even admitted them to himself. But as the words came out, they sounded right, perfect, exactly what he was supposed to say.

His godmother gave him a pained look. "I know you do, honey. But an Easter bunny can't have a mate."

Attie clenched his hands into fists and glared at her. "Well then, I must not be an Easter bunny, because I do."

That was the one inexorable truth in all of this. Mark was his mate. Saying that Easter bunnies didn't have mates was all well and good—except it had them facing a paradox. Either Attie was some sort of strange exception, or the whole rule about them not being allowed to bond was complete nonsense.

Personally, he was leaning toward the second option, but what did he know?

He must have said at least part of that out loud, because his godmother stopped looking so resigned and apathetic. "Attie... Don't..."

Attie never did hear what she had wanted to say. Pain exploded through him, striking him in his chest, emanating into his limbs, all the way into his forehead and his skull.

He fell back, and the world blurred. He was distantly aware of a portal swirling around him, but it didn't feel like it usually did. The magic tore at flesh, and he felt small and frail and altogether lost and helpless.

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