Todos os capítulos de Omega’s Project : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Tommy..A couple of hours had passed since after dinner. I was on the mattress, my head propped by the pillow.I had barely eaten, but somehow, the news from Dad had got my stomach twisted with a thick feeling.I rolled onto my side, trying to find sleep. But my father’s words kept echoing in my head. I stared at the ceiling. Two months was too close—too fast.I had thought there was a way I could fix things before the marriage. A knock came, my attention snapping towards the door. My chest tightened.I didn’t need to open the door to know it was Liam.I crawled out of the bed. Approaching the door, I swung it open.My breath caught. It was Gerard.Instinctively, I darted my eyes around the dim hallway before yanking him into my room and locking the door.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice tight.“I just wanted to check on you,” Gerard said. He raised his hands up, a pack of chips in one hand and juice in the other. “I noticed you didn’t eat anything, so I brought this.

Tommy..I shook my head. Violently. If only that were enough to dislodge the words out of my skull.“That's not possible,” I said, my voice cracking. “You’re wrong. There’s no way I could have had sex with you.”Liam’s gaze kept flicking between my eyes and lips, like he still wanted to kiss me.“Why would—why would I…” I tried to form words but then fragments of that night slipped into my head.The neon lights. The loud music. My heat had begun abruptly. I had begged him to take me home. I remembered his body on mine.I heaved, nausea crawled up my throat.“I was drunk that night,” I said, my jaw ticking. Another memory—he was drunk too. “We were drunk too. That night meant nothing to me. To us.”Liam exhaled, his fingers twitching. “You know what they say,” he murmured, “people are usually honest when they’re drunk.”Liam’s face didn’t change. No remorse. No guilt. No panic.It made my stomach twist, and chill settled at the base of my spine.Uninvited, Madeline’s words resurfaced

TOMMY..I had barely taken another step, barely taken a breath, when Gerard snatched me. His strong hands wrapped around me, pulling me into his body. My eyes widened, and widened even further when he slinked his head downward. My heart thudded. Was he going to kiss me? No, he wouldn’t. I mean even if I were becoming an Omega, he shouldn’t treat me as one. I was still going to become an Alpha back.Before his lips touched mine, I snapped my head sideways. Gerard’s body went rigid, his eyes widening before narrowing. My chest burned. I didn’t like his reaction. More like I didn’t like the way I was the reason for his response.Silence stretched, and then Gerard spoke.“No kissing then,” he said with a soft smile forming on his face.He slid his hand into his pants and cupped my dick, slowly massaging it. My stomach tightened with pleasure, heat sprinting up my spine. He leaned and began kissing my neck, his lips soft against my skin. I breathed out a gasp. His other hand wen

TOMMY..The sex felt so good that we ended up having sex multiple times. When the condom finished we didn’t stop, we weren’t raw.His cock slid inside my moist hole, filling and stretching me. The area around my asshole was sore, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to stop.This was maybe the fourth time, and I wondered how he was still able to cum. We were both lying on our side, my back pressing into his abdomen, his warmth sneaking into my skin.He held one of my legs up, his cock thrusting into my hole. His balls slapped my ass cheeks, making the skin around that area red.“Are you tired?” Gerard asked, his voice deep, raspy. “Would you still like to go another round after this?” He dragged his tongue around the curve of my ear before taking my earlobe and sucking on itThrills shot down my spine, and my hole clenched around his cock. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. He had asked the question on the third round. I had asked if he wanted to kill me, yet here I was. Still rece

Tommy..My father’s eyes jumped between Gerard and me, slow and calculating.I tried to read his expression. Searching for any crack that could show me what he was thinking. But time stretched, his face still calm, and this only made my stomach churn.My father finally spoke up. “I was heading to the course. Thought we could play a round or two.” His eyes were still flicking between Gerard and me. “Both of you.”My chest tightened. Turning slightly, my eyes met with Gerard, giving him a look that begged Don’t—don’t agree, don’t say yes.Gerard caught it. He turned to my father. “I’d love to,” he said, voice polite and firm, “but I have a meeting online. I’ll be heading to my room now.”My father stared at Gerard before nodding. “Then off you go.” Gerard’s gaze lingered on me for a while. Maybe it was just because of my father’s presence. Maybe because Gerard’s eyes did dilate. But my skin tugged tight and pulse hiked.And even when I watched Gerard disappear, my pulse refused to