Freeing the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 1 by Tina Donahue

an antidote, isn’t there?”
    “Oh fuck,” Eric moaned.
    Rowena scolded, “You two need to clean up your language.”
    “Mom.”
    “Okay, okay. Let me think.”
    The minutes crawled by. Eric alternately groaned, growled and swore. Tufts of hair were now sprouting on his palms and elsewhere.
    “Mom, his lips and tongue are getting hairy. What are we going to do? Are you still there?”
    “Of course I am. I’m thinking.”
    “Don’t take too long. We have to get him back to the way he was when he first came in here. He can’t leave looking like this.” She lowered her voice even more. “He can barely speak.”
    Gagging sounds poured from him. He swore. The hair muffled it.
    “You did have him sign the contract before you gave him anything, didn’t you?” Rowena said.
    Becca bounced on her heels. “Why are you asking?”
    “Just wanted to be certain, that’s all. Try this.”
    “Wait.” Becca grabbed a pen and notepad to write down the potion. “Go on.”
    Rowena told her what she needed.
    “You’re sure?” Becca asked.
    “Relatively.”
    Nauseous, Becca scribbled the last ingredient. “Got it. Bye.”
    “Okay,” she said to Eric. “Just give me a sec to mix the stuff.”
    “You mean another potion from your mom?” He gagged again then spit out a wad of hair. “Isn’t there anyone else you could call?”
    “She’s the best.”
    He groaned. “What if it kills me? Oh shit. That may be the only way to fix—”
    “Stop talking like that. Gods can’t be killed.” As far as Becca knew, which wasn’t much. “You’re going to be fine.” Her hands shook so badly, she dropped two containers and spilled the contents of the third.
    Eric thrashed. He cursed. He spit up more hair.
    “Here.” She held up his head as she had before. “Only a sip.”
    He tried to guzzle it.
    “Eric.”
    “What more could it do to me?”
    Becca tried to picture him as a woman…a tall, muscular, ugly woman…then pushed the image away, praying that wouldn’t happen.
    She put the flute aside and held his hand.
    He curled his fingers over hers. “Don’t let go. Please.”
    “I won’t. I’ll be here until this…”
    He winced at her hesitation. “What’s it doing now? Don’t keep it from me. I have to know. No, I don’t want to.”
    “It’s okay. Really. You’re back.”
    He stared at her, then what he could see of his body. His pecs and torso were all caramel-colored skin again. His palms, the soles of his feet, his lips and tongue as hairless as they’d been before.
    He looked upward, straining to see his hair. “What’s happening on my head?”
    “You look the same as you did when you came in.”
    Eric collapsed and gulped air. “Thank—wait. What about my junk?” He craned his neck to see. “Did anything happen to it? Aw shit, not that.”
    “Take it easy. It looks fine.”
    “Does it work?” Panic whisked across his face. “I don’t think it’s working.”
    “Hang on.” Becca released his hand and moved to his cock. As far as she could see, it looked slightly longer than it had before he’d sipped the potion. “I think it’s bigger.”
    He grinned then went deathly pale. “What if it’s bloated because it’s dead?”
    “It’s not dead.” Becca ran her fingertips down his shaft. It blossomed faster than a morning glory responding to the first rays of the sun. In seconds, his erection was impressive as all hell. Thick. Hard. Macho-man virile. “It’s definitely okay.”
    Becca kept stroking, just to make certain. She inhaled deeply, trembling at his rod’s musky scent.
    Eric grunted. A coarse, masculine sound. His toes curled and his fingers fisted. He growled, “Come here.”
    She played with his crown, running her fingertip over the satiny skin to the bumpier part in back, then around the tiny slit.
    “Becca.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Come. Here.”
    This time, his command brooked no argument. It was bad boy through and through. From the effects of the two potions? Her