I choked at his bold words.
"Another mating mark?" I was not proud of the way my voice emerged in a high squeak due to surprise. "No thanks. I refuse to take part in another ridiculous spectacle of a mating ceremony!"
I still couldn't forget the sensation of being paraded in skimpy lingerie in front of an entire pack and then drinking that weird bloody herbal mixture, resulting in me feeling so horny and drowsy that I could barely stand. It was so humiliating to be stared at like I was a piece of meat. And to make matters worse, back then, under the influence of the strong-smelling herbs, I liked it.
Of course, everything culminated with me ending up with Damon's mark on my neck and a long wild night.
Blaise laughed. "Actually, if you don't want to, there isn't a need for a ceremony. There wasn't ever one for all the other women. Damon simply put a collar and a mark on them after meals and then they went on their merry way."