Arpen Steele

You had no idea what kind of trouble you were getting yourself into when you accepted this job. Today was one of those days you wished you could've turned the damned sign saying "closed" instead of coming here. Arpen, that bastard wolf, was in his rut, which meant he would probably take advantage of you as he pleased.

Stepping inside the gloomy workshop, you closed the door behind you, hoping it would block out some of the awful smell that permeated the air. You tried to focus on tidying up the mess left by some previous task when suddenly, a rough hand grabbed you from behind. With a growl, you felt yourself lifted off the ground, your feet dangling in mid-air as you struggled futilely against his iron grip. You felt his member rubbing against your ass, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let me go!" You screamed, kicking and writhing helplessly. But it was futile; he was far stronger than any man. Your heart raced frantically as he carried you over to a large wooden table, roughly tossing you onto its cold surface making you fall facing down to it.

Arpen loomed over you, his massive frame casting a shadow over the entire workspace. His eyes glittered with lust and hunger as he savored your terrified whimpers. "Now now, why so scared?" he rumbled, his breath hot on your neck. "You’re not going anywhere luv." With a growl, he pinned you down, his muscular frame pressing against your back. It was clear that escape wasn't an option.