The Wolf You Feed
Chapter 84
Contrary to how she felt earlier in the day, Rowan was now calm and totally relaxed. She could feel the small ball of swirling black smoke down deep inside her. It felt a bit like heartburn but in the right spot. She was holding Daryl's burning rage down deep in her root chakra. It was easier than she expected to get it from him. Daryl wasn't trained in meditation and spirit energy exchange like she was. And he wasn't a natural conduit. But their connection ran deep. He trusted her without any reservations. And that made it easy for Rowan to guide him. She had simply told Daryl to concentrate on how angry he was at what was being done to her. Then she pressed her lips to his and inhaled sharply, pulling the power of his anger inside her. Dwight stood there watching them like he thought they were both absolutely batshit crazy.
Rowan stared down at the tiny purple flowers in her diffuser. She tossed a few mint leaves in to help disguise the potent smell of the belladonna. But the brew was still going to be foul. She filled a large ceramic mug with hot water and lowered the diffuser into the steaming liquid. Lifting her slim tattooed hand, she swirled her fingers through the curls of steam and smiled.
Her timing was on point. The moment the mug stopped steaming, Negan stomped into the room. He tossed Lucille on her shelf with a loud clatter. Like he did every day. But this time it didn't make Rowan jump.
Negan kicked off his boots under Lucille's shelf. Then he walked back out of the bedroom. The man stopped short and gasped. From the corner of his eye he swore he saw a giant black wolf crouched behind the bar area. Red eyes glimmering as the animal licked its lips for a taste of him. Negan blinked a few times, clearing his head. Then he laughed. There was no one behind the bar except his kitten. And she was leaning down to pet her large black beast of a dog. Negan decided his mind must have been playing tricks on him. He smiled as he approached the woman.
There was something different about her today. Negan wasn't sure what at first. Maybe it was her attire. She was usually more covered up. But today, Rowan was wearing a long black dress that tied at the neck, revealing the bare skin on her back and sides. Her hair fell loose down her back in rippling waves. Her feet were bare. And she had a crystal on a chain around her neck. She lifted her hand, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the surface of the stone as she stared at him. That was different too. She didn't often make direct eye contact with him unless he was speaking to her. There was also something off about her body language. She was leaning casually against the bar, cradling her chin in one tattooed hand. Usually she was backed up into a corner, her eyes constantly scanning.
"Honey, I'm home," he teased as he approached.
Negan gathered the woman into his arms. There was no hint of resistance when he pressed his lips down on hers. The woman kissed him back without hesitation. That was different too. He knew by now that he could warm her up and get her to submit to him, but Rowan was usually stiff in his arms at first.
"I made you some tea," she said, smiling up at him as she placed the warm mug in his hand. When she smiled, she revealed a tooth on one side of her mouth that stuck out. Negan had never noticed it before. He guessed maybe that was because she usually smiled at him with her lips pressed together.
Her hand was resting on his arm. Drink it. The liquid inside the cup didn't smell the best. But she smiled at him again when he took a sip. That's right, drink it all. The tea tasted even worse than it smelled but Negan found himself draining the entire mug before he even realized what he was doing. Good boy. Rowan lifted the bottom of the mug with her finger, making sure he drank every drop of the foul liquid.
The moment the mug clinked down on the bartop, Rowan's mouth was on him. She kissed him as she walked him backwards towards the bedroom. Negan's dick was already punching against his zipper. This is what he had been waiting for. He knew a wildcat when he saw one. And when Rowan used her bare foot to kick the bedroom door shut behind them Negan knew he was about to get the fuck of his life.
Rowan pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor behind his feet. He pulled his own shirt off and tossed it away. She was nearly ripping his pants off, fumbling with his belt as she pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips. His hard dick sprung out, pointing towards the ceiling. But she didn't grab it. Instead she pushed him backwards towards the bed. Negan used his palms, scooting backwards on his ass until he was resting against the pillows in the middle of the bed.
Rowan still had her dress on. But he could feel her center, hot and pulsing against his erection when she climbed on top and straddled him. Leaning forward, she kissed him hard on the mouth. He kissed her back with enthusiasm, their tongues dancing together in his mouth. He wasn't expecting it when she bit down. His bottom lip was between her teeth and she clenched it between them until his blood was covering her lips and dripping down her chin. Negan grasped the woman, pushing her mouth back and away from him. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. He could see Rowan's face as she stared down at him. Her hair hung down on either side of her like heavy curtains. But the room behind her was starting to spin.
One moment she was grinding against his dick. But then her slight weight was gone. She was standing at the end of the bed, staring at him. His blood was smeared across her lips. Rowan lifted her arms, pulling at the tie that held her dress on. The dress fell, the material falling to the ground at her feet. Under the dress she was completely naked. Negan could see her perky upturned breasts. The round swell of her stomach. And the small patch of dark silky hair between her legs. Her hands were together in front of her body. In them she was cupping a small black candle. Negan had no idea where the item came from. He didn't remember her picking it up. His vision was starting to get blurry. He had to rub at his eyes so he could focus again. He wasn't sure if what he was seeing was even real anymore.
Rowan leaned forward, blowing softly on the wick of the candle. A small flame sprung to life, the center of it glowing red as the blood on her lips. Then she started to dance. She twirled and spun, her hair flying out around her. Instead of making the flame sputter out, the movement seemed to be feeding it. It glowed brighter the faster she moved. The last thing Negan saw before he lost consciousness was the wolf. This time it was sitting on his chest, growling into his face.
Rowan flicked at the arch of Negan's foot, testing to see if the man was still fading in and out of consciousness. He didn't budge. Rowan smiled. All she had done was light her candle and stand at the foot of the bed waiting for him to pass out. The belladonna she gave him was a powerful sedative. But for some people it had hallucinogenic properties as well. From the wild way Negan had been thrashing and darting his eyes around, she knew he was one of them. Rowan wasn't sure what his visions had been before he passed out but she hoped they terrified him. A healthy dose of fear might come with a small helping of humility.
Now that her brew had rendered the large man helpless, Rowan climbed back on top of him. Some candle wax had pooled around the wick of the candle. She tipped the candle sideways, dumping the hot liquid onto the center of Negan's chest. Right over his heart. She used the still warm wax to anchor the candle in place. Her knees were resting on either side of his hips, the base of his still hard dick pressing against her hot center. She reached down and ripped a small handful of the man's pubic hair out, sandwiched it between her palms. Holding her hands together, Rowan lowered them down towards the flame. When she was close enough that the fire was uncomfortably hot, she separated her palms. The flame sizzles the tiny hair up immediately, leaving only a wisp of foul odored smoke behind. Rowan felt the man's dick go soft and limp under her.
"Now that's more like it," she whispered.
Rowan shifted her body back slightly. Bringing her face down near the flickering candle. She put the flame out with her mouth, quickly pinching the wick between her bloody lips. Then she slid her body up far enough that she was staring directly down into Negan's face. She felt no shame for what she was about to do. No guilt. She didn't hesitate. This man deserved every bit of what was coming to him. And while Rowan believed that fate sorted everything out in the end, sometimes even karma needed a little push.
Placing her fingers on Negan's chin, Rowan pressed down until his mouth was open as wide as it would go. Then she concentrated on the tiny ball of anger and hatred she took from Daryl. Bringing it up through her body until she could taste the bitter tang of it on her tongue. Then she spit it into Negan's open mouth and said the words.
"What was brought down upon me, be returned times three. Head to toe, skin and nerve, may you get exactly what you deserve."
What she did next was not part of her spell. But Rowan could feel her own anger bubbling down inside her. This man killed her friends. He took her from her home. Still Rowan helped him. She saved his life. And instead of repaying her kindness, he took to his bed when he knew damn well she didn't want to be there.
Rowan felt the hatred swelling up inside her. She leaned forward, spitting into Negan's mouth a second time. This time she didn't use a well memorized chant. She spoke from her gut.
"Don't you ever touch me again."
