The Price They Paid: Imprinted Mates Series

saluted and went back to mixing drinks.
I headed to the dance floor to groove. Becoming lost in the music and swaying to the rhythm put me in a different zone. When the first guy came up behind me, I could feel the warmth in his groin as he leaned into me. He followed my lead and put his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. Another guy approached me from the front and danced with us. It felt naughty, wrong, and I loved it. The pull to tease and taunt them drove my movements as we grooved to the music. They wanted me, and it was intoxicating. The temperature rose, and I moved my hips against the guy behind me. I felt his erection through his jeans, and I wished that the layers separating us would disappear.
I knew I was wrong to lead them on, especially since my thoughts were somewhere else. I was thinking of the man that didn’t exist. I’d made him up eons ago and I was determined that he existed though I’d never met him. Though I think I smelled him once before during a game I’d cheered at. Or maybe I should say that I got a whiff of something, but I never did find the source. My memory hung on to the scent and never let it go. No one has ever smelled half as good.
In my mind, he was the one touching me. He was the one I was saving my untouched flesh for. His scent was the one that I craved. It didn’t matter to me that he didn’t exist. I was afraid that no other man would ever compare. And to be alone with him was a heady thought. I was ready, needy, and wanted to get out of there to cure my sexual frustrations. Either, or both, of the guys here would have to do.
“Mine.” The voice was a whisper that seemed to flow in one ear and out the other. There was no denying the conviction in his implication. I turned to look at the guy behind me, but his eyes were closed. He was lost in the moment just like the guy in front of me. Where had that voice come from?
“Mine.” I heard the voice again, but this time I could tell that it was all in my head. Damn if it didn’t resonate with me. The thought of being claimed by the right man was a dream come true. Too bad that wasn’t happening.
“Damn drugs,” I muttered.
I pushed away from the guys and headed back to the bar for another drink. The guy that was dancing in front of me followed close behind. Good. He could be useful and buy me a drink. I walked up to the bar, and the bartender eyed me. I looked at the guy chasing after me.
“He needs a fifty for my drink,”
“What in the hell are you drinking?” he shouted in shock.
“Either pay him or go away,” I said. I didn’t have time to play games.
He stood there for a second before pulling cash from his wallet. The bartender turned to make my drink, and I watched Amber and her friends talking to some guys near the bathroom doors. Ugh! Disgusting! I hope they weren’t going to have sex in there. The way they seemed to be glancing back and forth at the door indicated that they would. Nope. There was no way that I was going to get laid in the germ station. Granted, I was looking to get screwed, but I’d never let that happen in there. I watched them all slip into the ladies’ room with the skirt chasers they were with when a few girls exited. I knew it!
“Here you go.” I wasn’t paying much attention to the bar or the bartender, so when lover boy handed me the shot, I was caught off guard. He wasn’t the best-looking guy here, but he’d have to do.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Bob.”
I scoffed because he was lying, but I wasn’t trying to get to know his truths. I only needed to scratch an itch.
“Well Bob, thanks for the drink.”
I took the shot, but a nagging whine billowed from the corners of my mind as I swallowed. I put the glass down and exhaled some of the fire from the tequila’s burn. I swayed a little when I tried to take a step forward. Damn that was strong. I held on to the bar top for leverage. Maybe the drugs and the tequila weren’t the best combination. My thoughts became increasingly muddled. Alarms sounded through every nerve in my body to get as far away from “Bob” as possible. The guy was smiling at me and somehow, I knew it was his fault. My thoughts began to race, but I couldn’t catch on to them all.
Get out of here. Get out of here.
My first dancing partner walked up, put one hand firmly on the bar on each side of me, and leaned in, bringing his face close to mine. Before he could seal the deal with a kiss, I blurted the first thing that came to mind to distract him.
“He told me that your dick was small and that you probably hit like a girl.”
Crap! His eyes squinted, and his forehead wrinkled before he turned toward Bob.
“What?” guy number two demanded. He moved me behind him. I stumbled backwards and made my way to the front door before they could figure out what’d I’d done.
Get out of here. Get out of here.
I groaned. Slow, calculated steps were taken. It took a bit for me to find my car. I climbed in and started it, but my hands moved clumsily over the controls. There was a pounding on the window, and I jumped. Bob was there, and the sinking feeling that I was in a dire situation only magnified. I threw the car in drive and slammed on the gas.
Lights circled around me as I tried to figure