Chapter 301
Vivienne
I gasp, but my mouth is covered by someone.
Panic spikes through me—cold and sharp—but immediately calms when I recognize the scent. That clean, dark, electric smell that haunts my dreams and follows me into wakefulness.
I don't resist when the person guides me to a more secluded area, my heart racing, my skin tingling with anticipation.
She makes me face her, and I come face to face with Daphne.
She lets go of my mouth.
"Sister-in-law," she says, her voice low and velvet-smooth, pressing my back against the hedges.
Her hands settle on my hips, her fingers dipping into the waistband of my skirt. Past the fabric, past the thin barrier of my underwear, until they're holding the bare skin of my hip bone directly.
"Surely there's a way engaged, respectable Omegas should be dressing."
My breath catches. "It's in theme. This is a golf course."
It's a weak defense and we both know it. The skirt is tiny. Deliberately so.
