56. Oh my Godzila!

**Emara Stone**

“Emara..”
*Oh my Godzila!*
He knows my name.
How did he know my name?
A spasm of nervousness passes through me, not because his whole body is drizzling with sweat and sexiness, but mostly because he is looking straight at me with the utmost interest.
Alpha licks his lips and cocks one eyebrow in amusement. There is a slinky glimmer in his entrancing deep green eyes that are preying on me. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” He whispers slowly like a dark cloud.
My back feels warm and I find myself being pulled with Ryan’s crude voice, “She is not here for your autograph.” I look up at the maniac and blink in confusion. *What does he mean?*
“I would still give her, on ass if she wants.”
My eyes find his poisonous green eyes and I feel the flames licking me. There is no apology in his stare, the way he ignores Ryan’s growls and stares at me with a look which is so intense that I almost feel taken right here.
“Ay-squeeze me.” Suddenly the middle-aged man in a golden robe cuts through the crowd and eyes us until his gaze falls on the shirtless Alpha.
“Dakota, son.” His robe stretches up, showing his yellow boxers as he gently places his arm around his neck. “People bet thousands on you to watch you fight. Could you please not finish the guy in a minute and cum on their excitement?”
His name is Dakota? Isn’t that a female’s name?
*Wait… This is déjà vu!!*
“Ken, I did what you told me to. I gave him a chance to hit me first.” Dakota says shrugging his broad shoulders.
“I know. I know. But next time, take a blow or two. Pretend to bleed. Act dizzy. Make things spicy so people bet more, okay?” The man explains calmly like a father then pulls his mic somewhere from his buttocks yelling,
“Do you want some moreeee, motherfuckerrrss?”
The crowd uproars around us as his voice pounds through the speaker from all directions. “Alright then. Let’s continue with our fucking championship.”
Ryan nods at the man with microphone and instantly pulls out his jacket. My eyes ogle him in shock as he removes his t-shirt in a breath and then his pants, standing only in his boxers.
*Oh-my-painting-the-fainting-penguin.*
*Ryan is fighting!!*
Jesus, you are amazing. My fantasy and prayers to see him shirtless and fight came true in a day.
I breathe in and breathe out. This is the most important time of my life to register a scene that would be written in my golden award-winning book.
My heart beats pound in the back of my head as my eyes go through every minute detail of his rock-hard body. His chiseled hand-made abs, the sexy V of his hips that dips into his satin blue shorts, which hugs his powerful legs like a hoe.
I don’t blame the shorts, as I would have clutched on his thick muscular thighs the same way. Or maybe even tighter.
“Amara..”
As a spell, I instantly look up at him. My senses reel out of control as I find his whiskey brown eyes on me, looking so deep that I feel intoxicated and deprived of breaths.
*I am drowning.*
In his eyes. In his smell, as he stands there, so close to me that the scent of him tears through me like a fiery shot of tequila.
“Wouldn’t you wish me good luck?” His eyes wild on me.
My pulse skitters with confusion as Ryan, the gorgeous Prince of my dreams, licks his lips and lowers his head to mine, and, what is he doing?
*Uhhmmm!*
My body shivers as his wet lips touches mine and I gasp. He doesn’t wait for me to kiss him back as his lips take over mine and he deepens the kiss by plunging his tongue in my mouth, opening it wider and wider for him to take me.
The kiss feels possessed, as if he is marking his territory.
*I feel breathless.*
With his lips on mine, I could see flashes of my life ruining in front of me.
I am so weak and he is all over me, absorbing me, taking my oxygen, and I can’t seem to understand the way my heart is beating. The way I am standing so close to him, his damp hands sliding to the nape of my neck, slowly conquering my body, my mind. *Everything*.
As our lips apart, Ryan’s eyes jerk back to the green-eyed Alpha, who is nonchalantly staring at us. His eyes stay hard on Ryan, who licks his lips and straightens up in vanity.
“Childish.” Dakota spats in irritation and walks away, disappearing into the crowd.
I stand there, shivering from the impact his lips left on me. My entire body is focused on my swelled mouth and the exact spot his hand is wrapped around me.
“Are you ready for some bloodshed and combat?” Voice pounds loudly through the speaker, making the crowd go haywire.
“Good luck.” My whisper reaches Ryan’s wolf ears and instantly he meets my gaze. A quirky sinful smirk materializes on his face as if he knows he is not only going to win, but will enjoy each second of it too.
Like an unforeseeable fart, he quickly leans to me, giving a small peck on my lips and walks away to the cage waiting for him.
My stomach feels hot. The watermelon panties clutch to my vagina, making me feel aware of the uncomfortable throbbing going on in my basement.
*Did he just fuck me?*
Me, newly non-virganized female, in between these hot-dicks who are frantically provoking my lust meter. It’s torture.
“And now, the moment has come to continue our game of slay. Cheer for our most worthy and menacing, beast of prey, the baddest of the bad.. Rhinooo-Saurasss!”
*Rhino-the-sauce-what?*
The name was enough to cause a turmoil. The crowd loses their shit as Ryan enters the cage. Lights flashes on his face which looks barbaric, cheekbones as strong as his jaw, lips wet which were on mine and eyes, so cruel that it reminds you of slaughter.
Royal and maniac, that’s how he looks.
“And now to challenge our acclaimed champion, we have… Fla-Phallus insert-in.” What? The man with microphone backs off and whispers to the fellow mate behind him, “How do you spell this shit?”
I squint my eyes and watch them murmuring, then suddenly the speakers booms, “Gentlemen and Hardmen, we have a very heinous bacteria between us… Plasmodium Incertae.” The crowd screams anyway.
*What a lousy name to choose!*
The gates of cage open and another man steps into darkness. Tall, lean, but not so muscular as Ryan. The weak side of me already feels bad for this guy, who is going to fall to its extinction by the grim reaper himself.
Though the guy is hot and taut, but not an ounce of his silhouette can be compared with the pure male deliciousness of that of ‘Rhino’ who is glaring him with loathe to hell.
Ryan may be an asshole but he is sexier than any sin mentioned in holy books.
The lights go dim to complete darkness, making the crowd go hush quiet, then suddenly bashing the crowd by illuminating the cage with inflatable helium lights.
The viewers scream as their eyes get pierced by the high intensity of gleam but they cheer anyway. I blink the blindness away, I can miss my graduation but not this fight.
The noise uproars and I look up, Ryan with his almighty barbaric face glaring at the opponent’s nerdy-dorky familiar face.
WAIT!!
WHATHEFUCC-ETHAN!