Redhawk Caldera i've seen this one before.

There was trepidation in his voice, which simply gave Finley a sense of vindictive pleasure. Let him be worried. Let him squirm. It was nothing compared to what she'd been through. He'd broken the walls, made her face nightmares she hadn't looked at since she was an innocent yearling (yeah, she really had been innocent once, folks!).

"On your mateship, with Grimm," Fin replied coolly, turning to set her cold gaze upon his face, "Unless you were just fucking her for fun." Her gaze bore into his, a clear challenge. She was usually polite enough to avoid direct eye contact with others of her species, but Fin's mocha gaze did not waver once from Elwood's gold. Let him feel challenged, let him feel threatened. It didn't bother Fin one bit.