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There were other men on this mission that would. She gave a small smile to the cute Cuban werewolf from the Miami pack. He would be the next chink in her headboard if Rain chose to refuse her.
    Everyone thought she lived this grand existence—princess of the Cavanaugh pack. Bull. Fucking. Shit. Her father was a bastard murderer and hated that she was able to slip his security no matter what and disappear when she wanted.
    Sending her on this mission had nothing to do with him trusting her. It had everything to do with him looking good in front of the other alphas. He didn’t give a shit about her.
    He’d proved that when he killed the man she loved a year ago.
    The world was a chessboard for Edward Cavanaugh and everyone and everything were his personal pawns. Usually there were two players in a game of chess, but somehow her father had figured out how to control both sides.
    Well, for however long this mission took, she’d bask in the knowledge that he couldn’t see her or order her around. She could flirt and fuck and feel to her heart’s content.
    She tugged at the long sleeves of her turtleneck, making sure the bond tattoos didn’t show. The last thing she needed was to explain to a bunch of strangers why she’d lost a mate. It was a failure on her part as a wolf, an enforcer, and a woman. As a bonded pair, she should’ve been able to help him. Save him. Something.
    Instead, she walked around every day since that terrible night with a wound that’d broken her. But she was too strong to stay broken—too stubborn to give her father that satisfaction.
    He would never know how much she cried. She did everything he asked with a smile on her face. But, when the need for release from her buried pain became too much to bear, she would sneak away to find a man.
    Sometimes the same one. Sometimes a stranger.
    She didn’t care. As long as they fucked.
    For a few moments during an orgasm, she got to feel alive again. She got to climb out of the stony tomb she lived in and breathe fresh air. With Rain, it’d been even better. Their “encounter” in the hallway was a little hazy from overconsumption of alcohol, but she wanted more.
    A lot more.
    She padded down the center aisle.
    His short blond crew cut showed over the top of one of the high captain chairs. The seat next to him was empty.
    Nora sat down and leaned toward him. He had a blanket draped over his massive body, and he was leaning against the wall of the plane dozing.
    Magick crackled between them, but with everyone else behind them, she was focused on one thing.
    Getting off.
    “Hey.” Nora smiled and ran her hand beneath the blanket and along the hard line of his bicep. She slipped her hand further beneath the blanket, reaching between his legs.
    His cock was hard behind the denim of his jeans. He’d been ready for her before she even touched him.
    “Hmmm,” he rumbled, then jerked awake. “Nora,” he hissed.
    “You can’t tell me you don’t want it. I feel otherwise.” Her words came out in a husky whisper. Her body thrummed with anticipation, remembering how well he’d filled her. How exquisitely he’d made her come in the casino alcove.
    “You shouldn’t be on this plane.”
    “But I fucking am and I fully intend to take advantage of it.” She leaned closer, slanting her lips over his as she rubbed his hard length. He didn’t kiss back at first, but after a few teasing licks and nips he did exactly what she wanted.
    Whether he wanted her on the mission, plane, whatever—she didn’t care about his ego either. From her father’s comments, it sounded like Rain Dubois had more experience with this sort of shit than all of them combined, but for Nora, any time separated from her father was a gift from the gods.
    Rain rose from his seat, grabbed her hand, and walked her the length of the plane. They passed several of the other enforcers, but no one paid them any mind. They were all either occupied with discussing what horrors they might see