Helix Work In Progress

Stella is trying to get a rise outta Helix.

His eyelids fluttered closed, and he twisted his hand to catch my fingers in his. "I'm sorry I lost control again. It shouldn't have happened."
"Why do you lose control?"
He didn't answer and tilted his head down.
I stared at the top of his head trying to figure him out. He was so hot and cold. My skin was still tingling where he'd bit me just moments ago. What caused the shift? "You only want me when you're jealous of Tarrick?"
His hand flexed in mine, and as his head came up, the flare of his eyes told me I was on the right track. Earlier, he went feral when Tarrick kissed me. Just now, he came out of the bathroom fuming, but as soon as he saw the dog tags, he calmed down and pulled away.
I lifted the necklace over my head and dropped it on the floor next to the bed. "You know, I'm disappointed I'll never see Tarrick's dick."
His shoulders stiffened.
"He told me he had a huge Nigerian cock. I was looking forward to seeing what it could do, but if he's an evil drug lord, I guess I'll never find out." I waved my hand in a lazy circle like I was Cleopatra on a chaise lounge.
Suddenly, we were face to face, so close I could smell his breath. Clover and orange this time. "Cut the jokes, Stella. This is dead serious."
"I was going to be the queen of the Soul Flames cult." I pouted.
His hand came up and gripped my neck, he applied a light pressure as his fingers started to shake. "You messing with me? You want to throw your life away like that? We'll be burying you within a year if you continue with that man." A vein in his temple pulsed.
Okay, this was working. He was on the edge of losing it. I was playing a dangerous game, but I couldn't resist. "If I go six feet under, put me in a fabulous Bob Mackie gown and four-inch heels."
His pupils flared, his eyes almost black. "Stop."
"Remember, I like a high-class charcuterie. Oh, and whatever you do, do not serve fish at my wake."